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Peer Haseeb

Abstract Tragedy Others

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Peer Haseeb

Abstract Tragedy Others

The Cruel Heart

The Cruel Heart

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My eyes, dark and dry like the candle runs out of fuel, tired of watching the fleeting faces between them

My lips, sealed and silent like the person approaching its death, trying to retain the words it said

My chest, choking and paining like some blades in embedded in it, dying to throw out the stuff it gained

My heart, wounded and pierced like the arrows stuck the bullseye, broken into two but still ready to break into four! 


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