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Jan 2019
When you look up
to the darkness alone,
when you feel wind
tickle your bones
and when it whips frost
into your eyelashes,
when the wintry sun
makes ground glitter
with its nascent rays,
when you look at with love
each sculpted flake,
when a smile spreads
on your cold lips,
may you remember me.
Sumaira Asghar
Written by
Sumaira Asghar  19/F
(19/F)   
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     Keerthi Kishor and ardnaxela
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