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Jan 2015
Under the sober moon we sat
as we gulped down
bottle after bottle of that sweet wine.
You handed me another
and whispered,
"Are you not drunk enough
to fall in love with me already?"
I laughed out loud
as I thought how
unaware you were honey.
Javaria Waseem
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