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Jul 2020
Every night, happiness wears her fancy colorful dress and sway on her feet on the other side of the street , she draws a grin on her angelic face telling me Iā€™m never going to have her in my bed.


I never wanted her in my bed
I just needed a hope
That someday
Iā€™m going to touch her
Only touch her
Aseel
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Aseel
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