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Nov 2012
Like a bat bends it down
Ever and anon, my lone life,
By the reason of unbroken
Sorrow that doth with my soul strive,

Panting i hence for water like a hart,
Like a desert so am longing for rain.
What's been broken can't be remolded,
My fragile heart like a vase, again.
Folorunsho Obalugemo
Written by
Folorunsho Obalugemo  M/nigeria
(M/nigeria)   
501
   Sydney Victoria and victoria
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