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Apr 2020
comfort
is such a foreign zone
that I long for,

a land that I can't seem to
be able to spot
on any map,

people tell me
its borders are indefinite,

and i tell them,
please take me
to the mother
I have never known.
دema flutter
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دema flutter  22/F
(22/F)   
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