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May 2017
My mind likes to wander in dark too much,
And ponder upon things I can never talk about,
It loves to play little games of scratch and touch,
Specially with those hidden wounds mumbling out loud,
It never fails to ignite my numb heart,
By making it feel things all over again,
I then begin to write my story word by word,
To let go things slowly like a droplet of rain...
Faeza Kazim
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Faeza Kazim  Jeddah
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