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You met yourself on a dusty road All alone standing were the worn out parts of you you

thought had died

Buried under the sands of time they screamed to be free they hid inside until you were ready to raise them

again and the part of your body screamed for its individuality when in reality they were just dreams.

--Hiba Ali

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