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Dec 2021
There came a time when I realized the river flowed outwards
The west became Sahara and east Bombay.
The golden chops grinned in greed.
My lips were full in windy cold winter,
and you became hoarding supply-less supply.
Hakiim
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Hakiim  24/M/Ferguson
(24/M/Ferguson)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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