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Sunset
Poems
Nov 2020
Friday
Friday
Friday is that lump that is stuck in the throat of a blind old woman , who for years has been waiting for a piece of bone to burst intoΒ Β tears. The bones of her only son who never returned from the war.
Friday is an eternal sorrow.
@ Sunset on Friday
Written by
Sunset
32/F/Iran
(32/F/Iran)
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