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Islamabad, Pakistan

I fly Solo in the clear blue sky Only wishing My head was clear enough Only wondering At those who flew next to me Their ease Their flow I gaze at the stars So still So far I wonder why they burn As I burn inside Charred remains Of my black as soot heart I gather them up I bury them alone A one man funeral A single tear Falls deep inside The dark empty pit I follow it in Then gather myself up And go back From the dark warm grave To the cruel cold world…