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Jun 2014
The executed sun sinks,
The red hot lava blood flows,
It drips and ignites a fuse.

The lines of truth’s powder are lit,
The tarmac bubbles and cracks,
The concrete jungle slumbers no more.

Twilight prowls over the city,
Night reigns and holds court now,
On the horizon a new day will rise.
Rangzeb Hussain
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Rangzeb Hussain
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   Helen, Hilda, Timothy and Marian
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