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Feb 2015
I was sitting against a black tree
with my arms wrapped around my chest.
My skin was grey with black spots
and my eyes were closed, as if dead.
Then appeared a red spot of blood
in the center, around my heart.
A perfectly shaped circle it was,
a drop rolled down and it all fell apart.
Javaria Waseem
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