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Dec 2015
I imagine the aftermath
And the breathlessness
Of doing the unthinkable,
Of tearing down my ship's mast,
And of nearing the imperfect kiss,
And of creating perfect trouble;
The stormy sea I ride from the past
And the beautiful things I will miss
Contain the truth I left in the rubble.
I'm not done though I should be
Nishat Firoj
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Nishat Firoj  United States
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