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Aug 2023
Every thread, pulled from my core.

I dare not stop eager hands
Who find themselves in need of cloth.

Woven for all,
The un-woven man stands...

Losing all he has.
Before we give our love to others, we must first learn to love ourselves.
Written by
Kushal  25/M/South Africa
(25/M/South Africa)   
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