Let no one know that I exist,
and in thy presence no more;
but you alone by what I am
worthy of thy perusal,
that of myself I speak to thee nothing;
except what by a precise measure
I think of abstract philosophising,
this soul of the world unknown.
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Monday, February 25,2013 12: 15: 57 AM
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