Am I only here to make a show,
and who is looking that by eyes
hath hid himself behind the mirror?
but this world to see through his eye,
his heart, his mind, his love,
what by a line is writ against the wall,
by the clock is running fast ahead of time,
that he is still reading, reading...
(C) Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, April 06,2013 5: 19: 26 PM
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