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Sep 2021
The dot on my tongue
The bend of my teeth
The stickies to my lips
They, all means equal

The stir, to my eyes
The blink of eyelids
The stretch eyebrow
They, all means same

The dark on my cheek
The blockage to my ear
The blockade nostrils
They, all means just

The alphabets I constructed
The words I built
The phrase I unfolded
All, I mean it...
Safana
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