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9-16-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 28, 2021 · 1 Comment

Don’t let: my seeing make me blind
My hearing make me deaf
My thinking make me lose my mind
My dying bring me death

Micropoetry, Poetry, Ramadan

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