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Jan 2022
Laying next to you at night. .
while he is on my mind. . .
Small chills across my spine,
   pull away from your embrace. . .
    as I kiss him from afar. . .  I wish I was dead. . . to find him again. . .
A Poet
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A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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   Surkhab
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