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Nov 2021
I only asked for a glass of water,
Instead you fed me too,
That was your kindness.
Then you went out and spread the tale how you pitied me,
And fed me,
That was the sharpest knife with which you stabbed me
10/11/2021
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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