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Jul 2020
The torrid wind stole my bloomed love..
I empty my tears on to the mirror
My days yearn for the nights
I can't breathe but am not dead
My heart sobs away all night
Dreams die in my barren mind
Oh my beloved! Laments my soul
Written by
Bluelily  35/Two-Spirit/United Arab Emirates
(35/Two-Spirit/United Arab Emirates)   
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