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Dec 2018
Its not despair
My dear friend,
Its me and acceptance is too hard to handle
So blame me
For all the non sense
I create and re create
In and old fashioned way
So puzzled and jumbled up
That the carpenter has lost the dimensions
And nails are hitting directly into soul!!!
Hira malik
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Hira malik  31/F/Pakistan
(31/F/Pakistan)   
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   Ravindra Kumar Nayak
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