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Jul 2020
They were angels flying high
in the clouds of fantasies


Oblivious of the flat fall
on the cruel ground of reality.
Chilhood is a dream we live
before waking up in adulthood.
Khaab
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Khaab  18/F/I don't know
(18/F/I don't know)   
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