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Aug 2021
You owe me laughters
A cup of coffee shared with blended souls, poured in strong bonds
Conversations surround my floating thoughts
Clement aurora swirls in starry dooms
Acquainted to the bitter scathing dreams

You owe me a mother’s touch
The freedom of dubiety
A prayer

Not on your nelly, I am forgiving you.
Hope you know the damage you’ve done to one’s soul.
Moza
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Moza  F/United Arab Emirates
(F/United Arab Emirates)   
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