The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love. — Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
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The opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love.

— Akif Kichloo, Poems That Lose
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