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Jan 2016
He let, his soul, loose
purposefully
to get lost in the
dark alleys
of forbidden land
wandering
with nowhere to go
searching
for his missing pieces
leaving behind
nothing
but a faint trace
of his scent mixed with hope
in the acrid air
hope...
that someday
someone will actually
make an effort
to find his lost soul
and make him
complete.
Batool
Written by
Batool  29/F/Pakistan
(29/F/Pakistan)   
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