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Mar 2020
If you were the stain,I'd never Get it Cleared even by rain
Were you the pain,I let it Sustain
If you were a rose,will never hit To Hurt its pose
Either a river,my tears couldn't help Flow forever
were you the gust;there must've been A feeling of trust,even in showing off Across!
Parastoo Abbaszadeh
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Parastoo Abbaszadeh  21/Two-Spirit/Urmia
(21/Two-Spirit/Urmia)   
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