Muted
- Mahrukh Qasim
- Feb 4, 2022
- 1 min read
Words uttered in hollow space,
Don’t mean a thing.
Not an expression on face,
Confirm of what I sing.
Someone to replace,
Naming just another fling.
Such casual pace,
Of mood swing.
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