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Weak under the weight of flaws Blaming change Broken glass doesn't restore laws I don't miss you anymore The way I used to The fire turned to ash more. Glimmer of affection with no fear Poor heart caught the rainbow It was a flood of tears. Forever gone Holy spring heart Once I embraced and elegant dawn. Facts, to some extent Were you looking for the best? In ingratitude for the present. © Farhan Anjum

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