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May 2023
You wait that one car when all bodies come home.
You wait somehow
There is clouds,
tender Sun light
and trees weathering with the wind
Yet the mounties are
graceful.
You wait.
Written by
Lalaouna Amina  25/F/Algeria
(25/F/Algeria)   
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