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Jul 2019
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The heart forgets, the mind does not
so it draws from itself an unkind night
which sets arrows drawn from quivers of Past
upon their self-harming, heart-bound flights.
Written by
eilaf  22/M/Pakistan
(22/M/Pakistan)   
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   Fawn and S Olson
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