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Feb 2021
My heart is torn apart,
Ripped into rags,
I have nothing to offer you.
But, with you I feel gentle calm over me,
A desire to move forward urges me.
I need you to stitch my heart,
Zigzag it,
Embroider tiny flowers over the scars,
So I only know they exist,
And I can start my life anew with you my gentle dove.
17/2/2021
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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