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The clavicle by Amir Khatib 2022-05-02 06:19:01 |
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I play the clavicle, There is no comparison or comparison I roll the days, the feathers of the wings, As the eruption of the bone fits, I do not guarantee homogeneity does not match her gender, The clavicle Flea and it is another matter.
two centuries ago, Veteran, they say! But I am restricted As death sees me.
What to do on a river without memory, bottom betrayal, And dispel the shipwreck? Hulaku should have answered this before entering Islam! What comes after him has no weight in the graveyard.
I touch my memory, it hurts me, Hey you, Where is the regret? To spray it with gunpowder and burn it.
blind I had vain dreams, I lived without dreams, touch the time; As I touch a woman, feel the distance fatal Between lust and death.

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