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Aug 2014
It was no less than a blind fold game
Oh,how beautifully I can still see it
You left me with madness overpowering me since last spring,
It still blossoms with your fragranceΒ Β 
The best part is its inevitable.
Rabiya Zafar
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     Faeza Kazim, Thinking Out Loud, --- and SPT
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