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Nov 2021
Your hands on mine, still
Hold them tight as you will.
As sweet as summer rain,
As sharp as winter’s chill
Your compassion is my sole bane.

All the mighty seas
We may cross over
Shall not get in the way
And moreover,
There we’ll find inner peace.
We’ll find the cure
For a pain that should never ease.
We’ll be free
As fire is pure.
Guray Gunay
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Guray Gunay  21/M
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   Healer
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