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Jan 2019
everyone has a wound
visible or not
****** or not
whether you care or not

a few dots on her arm
and a scratch right on your head
coldness where i'm supposed to feel warm
where my tears are shed

where no one can sense the harm
except me, through the dark shining red
me being the only one i can alarm
to you, always being misled
Sevda
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