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Feb 2015
Maybe when this is all over
and the children will sleep peacefully at night,
we'll sit around the burning fire that
would be made out of  the bones of the dead
and sing the love songs underneath the open sky
as a tribute to those who have left.
Javaria Waseem
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Javaria Waseem
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