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Aug 2014
He looked at me with those questioning eyes.
I saw your face in disguise
And I kissed him to put out the fire
Of the desperation that I had inside
But I felt nothing, cold as stone
For he wasn't you, he wasn't mine.
Javaria Waseem
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