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Apr 2020
Hopeful days to come
Cold wind
Rushing in through
Weak mind.

Dead lips
Quivering when
Fear grips.

Lone hope
Anchored soul in
Faith rope.
#hope #mind #fear #faith
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Jenish  39/M
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