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Jan 2022
The thought of sleep enters my mind,
    But far away, just like the dawn.
I mess around with things I find,
    Devoid of any rest or yawn.
Ceyhun Mahi
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Ceyhun Mahi  25/M/Netherlands
(25/M/Netherlands)   
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   Madelyn Annette
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