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I still see a glimpse of her in you 

I feel her soul in your feeble cries 

You are death, through and through 

My poor wife didn't have a clue 

That your arrival reeked of compromise 

I still see a glimpse of her in you 

for I am a father, and it is true, 

that I can cover up your truth with lies

You are death, through and through. 

She was the past, your existence is new 

Yet there's something wise in those eyes – 

I still see a glimpse of her in you.

But how long can I protect you, 

from society, which loves to chastise? 

"You are death, through and through" 

What you have done, of that you've no clue.

Although your birth was a compromise, 

I still see a glimpse of her in you;

but you are death, through and through

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Born in 2006, Aazeen writes to understand and express the chaos running circles around her. Although academics take up most of her time, literature and tennis hold a special place in her heart.