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Nov 2020
Poets and writers don't cry
They keep bleeding on paper
But words in my throat sigh
Planning to choke me later

I want to utter billion thoughts
Crammed waiting for my speak
I bleed then erase heavy notes
Blood flood mortifies the weak

I wrestle to grasp my hand
Papers fill the room to brim
And I fill the room with sand
For those who can't swim

∴ Lyna Salman
Lyna Salman
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Lyna Salman  33/F
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   Bogdan Dragos
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