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Mar 2022
Every day, I can see my antelope.
In my dreams, we just get by.
In the winter, like an envelope
We were folded in with a rope.
To love each other as an isotope.
I can see that she is truly worth it.
I gave her imagination broad scope.
We're never going to elope.
To live together is what we hope.
With peace and harmony, no mope
My Wife my life my Type also.

My Maryam
Safana
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Safana  27/M
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