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Oct 2017
She
Judge by color, flaw, race.
Kept in one then in other cage.
Blank canvas, lone page,
She is fade, afraid, strayed,
but she calls ***** a *****,
call her lemonade,
pomegranade or a maid.
She can never get rid of her own masquerade.
All being might not be equal but no deserve rage
but wants consideration, mercy and assuage
GulRukh
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GulRukh  24/F/Pakistan
(24/F/Pakistan)   
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