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Jan 2020
Alone in my terminal
transformed by the scalpel
the mirror is my surgeon
and youth my captor
love is eternal
still, how can a heart be mended
if the demand is evergreen.
Khoisan
Written by
Khoisan  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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