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Jun 2020
When You miss me
it's burn
it's glare
that fire

When You miss me
it's hurt
it's tear
my layers

When You miss me
it's rain
it's storm
in my deepest ocean

When You miss me
it drives me to clean every dirt and wrongness
so you can come and stay longer and won't go

When You miss me
all I owe is a grace
and thank for call my name again
after all stupidity and weakness

When You miss me
it's me who miss You too

090620.11:11.Qom
Kusuma Karbela
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Kusuma Karbela  27/F/A space at hippocampus
(27/F/A space at hippocampus)   
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