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Oct 21
I yearn to forget
these strokes of ancient paintings,
that decorate my soul
with the triumphs of
unidentified feelings.

The carefully carved muse
that once lived in my mind;
now drips in reverie, one by one,
as silence takes over its reign.
It was beautiful at one point, but nothing ever lasts.
Ayesha Zaki
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Ayesha Zaki  14/F/far away <3
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