--ever since the shade of the tree fell on my doorstep
--I am surrounded with new aquaintances
--nothing better than your own heart in the world
--for all embrace it tight in their chest
--only he who has celebrated sorrow will
--congratulate me on my fears
--poetry is narrated to empty walls
--no complain your thoughts against you
--someone ask zeshan the taste of patience
--the only fruit all life that he has eaten
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