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Apr 2020
You
Morning orange sun rays
sleekingly past the curtain gaps
Playing with your face
How could they? She is mine
blocked those rays with my hand
Still they seeped out of the gaps
Making me envy
Honest comments needed
Written by
Par khadka  23/M/Nepal
(23/M/Nepal)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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