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Jan 2020
The days are hidden, and despite their wide illusions, the rain has touched my dewy skin, so I came out of their fields like moss with a sterile and blind crutch. For ages, I have been chanting dark and sad love for the sun. For ages, I have been sailing in my absent memory; the remains of this terrible wreck.
Anwer  Ghani
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Anwer Ghani  44/M/Iraq
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         Shubhankar Mathur, mera, TIZZOP, LC, Sue Collins and 1 other
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