By Irtiqua Muzaffar
Your my art darling
Your belong to my soul bottom of heart
Your my words, which flow over the sheets
to unfilled ink
I can write you with blood, whole night
Your a word force me write for
You complete my poetic soul
I'm writing with you blood
Will you come it touch once?
Make my heart skip a beat
By Irtiqua Muzaffar
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