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Jun 2019
My love is the thorn of the rose,
Though it hurts,
It lasts and has more fragrance,
To love forever.
Unlike the rose that blossoms,
Metes exotic fragrance,
But, soon it wilts and its petals fall off,
An infatuation.
16/6/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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