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Apr 2015
He asked me to write about him one night
while we were on the brink of jumping into the dream land.
"Write like its the last thing you'll ever write for me."
he whispered as his lips provoked the passion inside
and I promised, sleeping in his shadow like a child.

Three months later,
I wrote about him
for the last time.



*Goodbye.
Javaria Waseem
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