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Nov 7
Upon my hand, the mint tea spilled and burned,
In flames and pain, my love to ash was turned.
I watched the scar, the rising smoke and flame,
And wondered why such harm from love became.

How fiercely can the things we cherish stingβ€”
This bitter truth that hurtful moments bring.
That day, I mourned a sorrow deep and wide:
The tea I loved held no love to confide.
Walid Abdallah
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Walid Abdallah  35/M/New York - USA
(35/M/New York - USA)   
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