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Dec 2023
We were married,
I found I only loved him,
I realised his heart was an enclosed space,
I had no place in it,
I had no desire to be a cushion,
For somebody else's wounds he carried.
28/12/2023
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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