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9-20-1441

Khalid Mukhtar · May 13, 2020 · Leave a Comment

I don’t know how to ask for
What I want
I don’t know how to ask for
What I need
I don’t know how to know
What I do not
Lord, I don’t even know how
I should plead

Micropoetry, Poetry, Ramadan

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