jumanagammoh
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Joined: October 2022 Last seen: 29 days ago

Submitted Poems 2 total

The Art I’m not perfect, I’m getting old lines are showing and curves blurred. But in my chest, there is a pot of gold It holds something holy, Fluttering like a bird. A name of a man, Tall and Blue eyed, Figure of David. He moves like the wind ... – *by Jumana Gammoh*	3 Views added 29 days ago	Rating
A Gamer’s Life From sunrise to midnight, the devouring urges, that takes over me, to take control of my future legacy. My fingers touching the keys, tapping away with the speed of light, moving me from side to side, keeping me alive for the tenth time. ... – *by Jumana Gammoh*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating

I’m not perfect, I’m getting old
lines are showing and curves blurred.
But in my chest, there is a pot of gold
It holds something holy,
Fluttering like a bird.
A name of a man,
Tall and Blue eyed,
Figure of David.
He moves like the wind
...

– by Jumana Gammoh

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added 29 days ago

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A Gamer’s Life

From sunrise to midnight,
the devouring urges,
that takes over me,
to take control of my future legacy.

My fingers touching the keys,
tapping away with the speed of light,
moving me from side to side,
keeping me alive for the tenth time.

...

– by Jumana Gammoh

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added 1 year ago

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