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About This Poem
after midnight
sighing
softened whimpers
sparked by tribulation
fingers quaver as tears are wiped
stifling cries break the silence of the night
as clouds move to cover the sky
from lips a moan escapes
bosom heaving
sighing
For Nette's Sound of emotion" contest
written by yasmin khan
31/05/2012/ 2a.m
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