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Jan 2019
your memories aren't just memories,
they are the slow poison for me,
which i keep in a crystal flask,
and every night,
before i go to sleep,
i open it up,
and drink a little,
for every poison has an ecstasy,
and in your memories,
i found mine.....
memoona kazmi
Written by
memoona kazmi  19/F
(19/F)   
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     yellowpotato, --- and Deanna
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