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Sep 2018
One
If we could be, free to see,
through shrouds of shame
and all the games

Then maybe so, we could grow,
To grasp together in what we know

As more than a notion of shared emotion,
intertwined and fastened,
in truth and in passion,
as two, together,
as one.
Written by
JKim  30/M/US
(30/M/US)   
446
   Imran Islam
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