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Nov 2020
Everything can wait,
even meeting you
at the stations of escape
from wailing to wailing
Red rage on two cheeks of milk, your plains like breadthness
after death.
And the river,
which was a waterfall in my heart..
dried,
leaving shellfish and fish
shivering like winds,
dying,
farewell to the security of the old homeland ..
Everything is waiting ..
Everything ..
Written by
amal
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