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Feb 2021
I love observers

Those eyes

When they are looking

Watching

This filthy world

And it’s small beauty of it.

What hit most

When two observers meet

Eyes connect

Now they watch each other moves

With electricity feeling up in their body.

Knowing they both are enjoying each other company

But won’t say a word.

Their eyes did the talking.
Aya
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Aya  22/F/Brooklyn
(22/F/Brooklyn)   
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   Imran Islam
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