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Jul 2017
she was just a girl
with rebelious heart
and brown eyes
but
they described her as
a dark soul,
that house demons
a broken thought,
with shrap edges
a forbidden path,
with no destination
a tangled mess
hard to love
yet he saw her as
the night sky
with rising moon
a sacred thought
with delicate edges
the only path
to his destination
a tangled mess
only to be loved !!
Batool
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Batool  29/F/Pakistan
(29/F/Pakistan)   
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