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Jul 2018
On cement
You lie
Broken
Edges still raw
Left alone
Forgotten
Once treasured
Now abandoned
Oh how you adorned those long fingers
With painted nails
Your silver encircling her pride
Yet time had strained your vivacity
And had broken your frame
Fallen
You stayed
Among those anxious feet
Waiting for those long familiar fingers
Only to be picked up by strangers
Admired
Then thrown away
For a broken ring, like a broken person, was of no use to them.
The Forgotten
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The Forgotten  Doha, Qatar
(Doha, Qatar)   
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       Sameeha Junaid, ---, ---, ---, Fawn and 11 others
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