I may well be the calming oasis in the desert of your confusion.
If only you would realize that.
Friday, December 22, 2006
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کاغز
ان کاغزوں کا کیا کروں تیرا نام جن پے لکھا تھا کورے رہے نا وہ، نا میں شائید ایسا ہی لکھا تھا
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