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Aug 2020
untitled
dead vines or maybe dying
no tears no flaccid crying

a ray of sunshine makes them crawl
at first they whimper as if being mauled
another one from my notes
Written by
ibwib  M/Pakistan
(M/Pakistan)   
93
   Ayesha
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