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What are humans
Living in an hour’s gay
With hope and grace
To lay
What are humans
Secret but couldn’t contain
Spilled on paper
Inked and stained
What are humans
Withered whispering
And secrets told
To where senses unfold
What are humans
Agile moves
In this city
And connected to complete
About the Creator
Farah
Hello! I am Farah and I do hope you enjoy all of the writings here! I write for fun sometimes but I do appreciate it if you could spend a time for a reading here. :)
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