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Mar 2020
Amidst the gasps of seconds past clear cut corners show their grasp

Pasts convict paths a mass
The holy hells of heavens affixed

At last our haven bound by frames
Chasing moonlight by the tail tell day

Forever ours yours tell now tomorrow our name will be yesterday’s eclipse for how
Nabil
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Nabil  26/M/Chasing the wind
(26/M/Chasing the wind)   
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