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Shiver runs down my spine

thinking; about the innocent souls,

Shiver runs down my spine

wondering; how bubblish they were all,

Shiver runs down my spine

imagining; how some cold hearts made her fall,

Shiver runs down my spine

Knowing; who saw the world from their hearts are now long gone,

Shiver runs down my spine

witnessing; how patently the devils won.

~ Mehwish Afreen

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