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Jun 2019
Gran-mama always said;
No privacy and no solace is to be found.
In all corners, all-seeing wicked eyes surround.
Wicked hearts all around the merry go round.

But my dear,
I'll always pray...
To die in your stead.
For it is not sacrifice but love.
I love thee...
In living flesh, till days of new old.
Ten feet under soil, I will still toil.
Loving you now and eternity unbound,

to keep you safe and sound.
Written by
Sevki  22/M/Australia, Melbourne
(22/M/Australia, Melbourne)   
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