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Jun 2018
The words i had stolen
Fortunate abhorrence omen
The secret i had told
Just wanted yoi to hold

It could be us, walking
Conquering the hearts, talking
Spreading kindness, shocking
With Almighty's bliss, rocking

But nature demanded else
In front tenderness couldn't melt
Secret caused our souls to pelt
Would us welt?
Abdul Eizad Asif
Written by
Abdul Eizad Asif  M/Lahore, Pakistan
(M/Lahore, Pakistan)   
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   AS and Austin Ryskamp
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