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Sep 2019
I call you many times a day,
I check your phone,
I stand at the door waiting for you,
It's not jealousy my love,
It's the FEAR of  losing you.
23/9/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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