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Evening

Wajiha Kumail

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide. I want you to be free, but it is your sorrow that has made a slave of me... I…

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Evening

Wajiha Kumail

I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,The rivers of dark smoke pour u…

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Evening

Wajiha Kumail

There is a dead spot in the night, that coldest, blackest time when the world has forgotten evening and dawn is not yet a promise.…

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