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Apr 23
you say this that garbage
and I love it
those books sag, I forget and
their pages slip from my fingers
music becomes merely music
and I - I risk bravery
I dare weave you carefully
into my words - my skin - with
with an obvious softness, I
want to break you down
overturn, unwind you
I want - *******.
I have no idea when I wrote this. I found this scribbled on a piece of paper in my old room.
Ayesha
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Ayesha  20/F/Pakistan
(20/F/Pakistan)   
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