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Sep 2020
Time and again,
Twice, thrice once before,
I lost my heart
Am lifeless.
So, when you come knocking,
Do it so gently, creatively,
With poise and dignity,
If I don't peep through the knobs,
Search by the windows,
Stride by the willows,
I might be hiding from my liberation.
Written by
Kirah  19/F/Kenya
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