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Sep 2022
From that point in time,
When I grasped a pen and a paper,
The transmission began,
Of which no soul could fathom.

Lately I realized, that is my hiding place.
Written by
HOPE  29/F/South Africa
(29/F/South Africa)   
       Eshwara Prasad, South by Southwest, Aishu and Lee
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