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Dec 2018
You lead on to something
Such an inhale and exhaling process
A stance of a fate
A stare so *****
Intentions are the father to many acts
These sons of ******* are just to old fashioned to grasp!
She kneed her heart in this spice
For an ******* of the hype
The volcanic eruption of that rage
I dnt know how the world will handle the burnt down stage!
Hira malik
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Hira malik  31/F/Pakistan
(31/F/Pakistan)   
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