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Zahir Jan 2019
Have ever thought about How to paint the love ??
In my worst mature
When i forced to love you
My fears, my pains and sarrows
Flapped their wings .... behind the hills..
But now...you...marry
As i carry my myseries alone
Its all make me into the journey
Long lasting, never returned.............like painting into hearts that cannot clear and make real.

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