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Nov 2021
We are born into this world to love,
Born to find it, lose it again and again,
in a reoccurring tune, like the phoenix each love must start anew.
So why am I b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶? As I continue to ponder and long for you?
A Poet
Written by
A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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   Khaab and NAN
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