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Jun 2020
I have a tendency of ruining
everything with my touch,
so the next time you see in my asylum,
I’m not seeking solace in solitude,
I’m the guarding the very sanctity.
Written by
Maryam Aftab
31
   Eli and Savio Fonseca
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