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The candle like a nun
Weeping tungsten tears
Hot blood flame tears
Of eyes gouged out by spears
Sometimes she talks of comets
Sometimes Shakespeare
Something to my embryonic
Head of a mind
Does not seem clear
Quetzalcoatl will return
To his Empire..
Those who don’t believe sneer
Howlin ( ayn )she will not fear
Kings English at the First Strike
As my time to burn on her poetic pyre
Draws near
What’s the catch? I said
When she first as a message
In my deflated inbox did appear
Lisbeth of Lambeth
Beyond my minds
Barbed wired frontier
Is it the candle?
Or is it the flame
That leaving waxen woes
On the table spread
Will soon disappear
The origin of the flame
Paying for the sins of Man
A thought austere …
Reflected sorrow
enchained to a tear
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Shah-e-Mardan Sher-e-Yazdan Quwat-e-Parwardigar Lafata Ila Ali La Saif Ila Zulfiqar , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 ....
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Allah Humma Lanat Qatalatal Husain , a photo by firoze shakir photographerno1 on Flickr. Allahumma Laan Qatalatal Hussaine Wa Asabehi.
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khune hussain tapka zamin par jagah jagah tha khaufnak momino manzar jagah jagah , originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1 .
