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Mar 2020
Your eyes are my prison
Looking at you
Makes me see other season
Neither spring nor winter
Your eyes are my own season
Worshipping them
With or without reason.
Written by
Naceur Ben Mesbah  M/Tunisia
(M/Tunisia)   
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