Ajaib full of wonders

Every jab leaves with a tap to my chest… Who’s dept am I paying?

And like a camelion, I adapt…

Like I was drinking from a broken jar

Thirsty, I remain

Like I was hit by drought

My throat is dry

But my lap full of waste…

Cajab aren’t I full of wonders? Ajaib

And like a camelion, I adapt…

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