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Jul 2023
He pulls at the last strand of her flowing hair
In a pool full of their tears
—lost; and too their love
One last whisper goodbye
as her eyes shut away to that long night
One last strand goodbye

He feels stranded now!
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
(25/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Bvaishnavi
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