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Aug 2021
Pages be poured out,
be torn out books,
they all append with
you getting her looks,
how alluring she is
and will always be,
reborn each time
with no memory,
the seed once was
or the fruit it could be.
Thieving a mere sight
here and there
is worth every bit of
the herd's pity.
Diljeev
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Diljeev  19/M
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     Imran Islam, Khoisan and Healer
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