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Dec 2016
I dreamt last night of death,
I saw myself enslaved on the burdens of my sins,
The weightlessness of my virtue,
I saw before death the last tick of the clock-
But hopelessly I couldn't do nothing,
I prayed and cried for forgiveness,
Repented on my sins after my soul departed,
But I was too late,
I was already gone.
Arfah Afaqi Zia
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Arfah Afaqi Zia  Pakistan
(Pakistan)   
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     Born, Corvus and Arfah Afaqi Zia
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