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Jun 2020
always had a desire to divine hoopla
that wriggling in our own pneuma

yet some of ones may oust the sense
middle of nothing
not knowing where to find

all ever struggling is dwelling upon
sense to come by it’self on and on
d.
duru akman
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duru akman  22/F
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