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May 2021
Twisting and bending you do
Forming new motions to move and speak.
I get lost in translation,
Yet you are the one that is stimulated.
Begging for help you give me none,
So I shall sit and wait,
Until you are done.
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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