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Feb 2024
My heart does not have legs and hands,
To come running to you,
To hold you tight.
It's every beat cries out for you,
Reflects only your images at every angle,
And if you shatter it to million pieces,
Only your visage will be seen,
On every piece.
4/2/2024
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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