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Sep 2021
We don't even own nothing
Borrowed time, illusory existence
Endless deceit of the world
Hope , which will never transpire
My slumber will overtake me
You can go on reading, thinking
Syd
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Syd
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   savarez and Salmabanu Hatim
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