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Dear Girl
Time , time , time will always tell.
My dear, you are no longer the precious pearl.
Not too old for the world, you are just cold.
Back then , you were so hot and bold.
So many names were given and compliments were told.
Now all you want is someone to hold.
Someone to call your own.

But like life , yours has become a memory.
So many to do but you are in destitution.
So many options to choose and you chose body institution.
Your ecstasies are now a sorrow.
Your expectations is how to live up to tomorrow.
No, this is not your karma.
This is just a part of your drama.


©Mohammed Fauzan
@fauzypoems



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