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Ayman Zain Jun 2014
Dear mother,
I love you and I miss all the kisses from you
You are the nearest thing to my heart
There is nothing. Nothing that can separate us apart.
The way you treat me good.
And the way I treat you like a ****.
I'm really sorry for all those hard times I was rude to you.
But don't worry cause I have the white card
I'll draw your face like a Mona Lisa art.
It's not that smart.
Because with your beautiful face nothing topples the charts.
And I can't say much, after you fed me, dressed me and raised me a man so that I can understand that this life is like a tin can and I'm trapped inside it just like Peter Pan.
May I clap my hands and stand to the greatest angel to ever walk on the ground we stand.
First poem I ever wrote at the age of 11

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