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Sep 2015
Whilst you sit and think
of how to preach me
through
teary eyes and guilt arising within,
I stand in front of the mirror
in high spirits
speaking as if my words though replete,
may never effect thee.
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Written by
Arfah Afaqi Zia  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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       am i ee, Gul e Dawoodi, --- and Arfah Afaqi Zia
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