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Jan 2019
and when the night falls,
she pulls out a flask,
from the pocket of her thoughts,
add a few drops,
to the cup of her heart,
stir with the spoon of sighs,
sweeten it with sugar of her memories,
and every sip of it, reminds her,
the taste of your lies......
memoona kazmi
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memoona kazmi  19/F
(19/F)   
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