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Jul 2018
There is no substitute for healing,
than to bloom in your own fire.
To climb wound by wound
on your bruised fervour,
is far better than growing wild.
Do not despise your reflection,
the shadows can lie.
You turn stones into petals,
this art is sublime.
Years of infight results into an exalted rank we are too blind to notice at times. Give yourself a chance.
Afia
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Afia  22/F/Lahore, Pakistan
(22/F/Lahore, Pakistan)   
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       Edmund black, --- and Jen
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