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Nov 2010
Head tucked in his chest
She’s rolled into a ball
Forgotten all her stress
Sheltered from it all

His arms draped down her side
Protectively contained
The stillness of the time
A stranger’s look exchanged

The trickling Sunday rain
A shy look to the floor
A pounding head of pain
Sorry, have we met before?
Written by
Siam Raf
638
   --- and Ahmad Cox
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