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Feb 2019
he could see,
the fleeting colors,
fading slowly,
the illuminated quivered path,
trailed on the blue water,
and with those rays,
caressing her skin,
he couldn't decide,
what was more breathtaking,
the sunset or she.....
memoona kazmi
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memoona kazmi  19/F
(19/F)   
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