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Aug 2019
Like an incomprehensible piece of art
hanging on the wall,
I have kept my feelings hidden
in the form of words pressed
onto the paper
crammed somewhere in my heart.
For some people, it lacks
rhythm and for some beauty.
But for now, I know
and fully understand,
people are not poetry.
Because poetry grants me freedom
to improvise when it is not in line
but people, they do not.
Sumaira Asghar
Written by
Sumaira Asghar  19/F
(19/F)   
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     rofan, Traveller in time, LC and Mark S
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