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Desire to be seen don't let us see the moist eyes of love and helplessness of hearts like a worm stuck into saliva it compels us to hear the screams that pierce our audibility if we could touch the frozen silence on the lips of beauty maybe we had reached the secret of the extinction of fire I wish we were taught to love the perfumes and plant the flowers of distinct colors and weave the clothes with the thread of love so, our souls would not be wandering embarrassed by their nudity carrying unbearable burdens

The sand swallowed the camels the flocks perished the shepherd's staff stuck in the clouds the monuments made by collecting a few pebbles, scattered birds never lamented on the loss of our identity. © Aamir Abdullah

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