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May 2022
Even the most beautiful girls
cannot keep our sons at home
....We only know half
....of their dreams, not the other
....half that will not come true

Oh, girls (poor girls)
will they take over there
....Without obligations
....and without resistance
....Struggling bleeds dead

They spit on their worker's hands
look forward to striking fists
....Peace is not their world
....They are no longer children
....and they laugh at our worries

On our ******* we fed them
with peace
....They have grown from it
....developing in homeliness
....but now they want something else
Collection "PumicePieces"
Zywa
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Zywa
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   MS Anjaan
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