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Mar 2020
Not does he know ;
His words ,my treasure
He is stressed.
Not he yet knows;
His smile ,my boost
He is tired.
Not does he know ;
His time , my world
He is occupied.
Not yet he knows
His whole , my life.
He is mine.
Written by
Azra Ajmal
72
   Fawn
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