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Aug 15
To hate
someone
is to
heave a
thousand
mountains
with bare
palmer
creases.
It is to sip
poison
first, just
to test
its sting,
it is to
fall
into a
field
of thistles
Β Β banging'.
Zahra
Written by
Zahra
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