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Aug 2018
My heart is haunted with hideous hollowness ;
Dimmed from being desolated or
shall I say...alone,
Love doesn’t know how to linger inside,
It only sprints in-front of my eyes,
Friends and fellows are far from sight,
I solemnly smile and try not to hide,
Swooshing of waves can be
heard from a seashell,
Stashing of my lively soul can be
heard from beyond my voice,
Revive,revive,oh roaming heart...
May the mending happen ,may you do your part.
Rowan Ayman
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Rowan Ayman  18/F
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