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From the Blog randomlyabstract It's night and still hot. I am sitting cross-legged on the balcony's floor, this black diary on my lap, and vibrant blues, orange and yellow underneath it: the color of my shirt. Before me is a silent city even though it's only after-dinner time. It's only too soon to be writing this. Or is it? I am almost tired of using different words to say the same thing: I miss you. Here, take it from me. *Jaan jati hai jab uth ke jatay ho tum. * pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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