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Jan 2020
If I have to talk about amour
I can't cause of being mute
This is my creature
Which is whether bad or not
And this is my illness
Which is whether contagious or not
I crawl in desert I create
Hoping to see you in a mirage
In order to be my life
Why do you run away from me?
I mourn you a lot
I hope that I write properly.
Written by
Kivanc  20/M/Turkey
   Thomas Wood
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