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Apr 2021
24
An iron hand has gripped my heart;
now sluggish is the blood
that travels slowly in my veins,
like a lifeless flood.

An iron hand has gripped my days,
and now they're tired and slow.
I don't know what to do with them --
they slowly come and go.
Written by
eilaf  22/M/Pakistan
(22/M/Pakistan)   
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