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Harmattan Love
The cold became much
I had to wear a sweater
to go and see her.
I arrived her door
and couldn’t knock, I was scared
then the door opened.
She wore her jacket
the one that had purple sleeves
And those yellow boots.
I remember well,
that evening that we made
Love in harmattan
Ruddapoet [TRCP]
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