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Dec 2020
I wonder if my heart dropped or fluttered.
All I know was that,
it was filled with inexplicableness.
I ended up accepting it.
After some days,
you gave me a full-blown flower,
but I never learnt about,
its sharpened thorns,
until they pricked my heart...

Mohammed Arafat
Mohammed Arafat
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Mohammed Arafat  28/M/Virgina
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