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Open letter ......!

Open letter ......! Girl you know, I love ... The way you might love your pillow, Or in the corner of the chest of drawers of the house, Keep to yourself The color of the shirt, In which you are still yours, Find the scent of adolescence ...! You know i love you Anyway, at every moment I am squeezing myself to keep the middle class in the middle of the society ... Did you know that except for the sidewalk, you will ever get mad ...? Do you believe that someone will bow down to you in the square of God...! I don't think I'll find you at the end of the day, so I'm a gambler today, Drugs haven't pulled me in for hundreds of years, But today it is the responsibility of one side to live well, Makes me feel addicted to good luck all day ... The day I tell you, you stared in amazement, Avoid your clothes and smell like I'm the only one who gets it, I touched your pazar with your love ... Even at this age, My boundless mind, Emotion rule requires...

bismillah alhamdulillah wa salatu was-salam ala rasulillah sallallahu alayhi wa sallam

bismillah alhamdulillah wa salatu was-salam ala rasulillah sallallahu alayhi wa sallam rubbish rallies Adri we're certainly amry well alert and mainly sunny of coca-cola emini rabbul aalameen assalamu alaykum warahmatullahi wabarakatuhu okay so honestly I'm a little jealous because sister Linda got a better salons than I did so can we try this one more time miss Meena assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatu does a cloth hate and I needed that because this is my first time at the Economist convention thank you so every morning we wake up and we check our phones we check to see how many likes our pics got our friends pics got and even our frenemies got on Facebook and Instagram and then we go on snapchat to see what amazing adventures our friends have been up to and everyone's life seems so perfect oftentimes we compare our own lives with bthe lives of others that we see on social media and then we're saddened we start to think about how we can mask our sadness...

Unfinished ...!

Unfinished ...! Still sighing, Flies in the blue color bone, In the embrace of disobedient water mud, Your touch touches the ground in my room ... Tired wet crow's chest, When Maya was born, I swear, however, Shade like a shadow, The waiting shackles .. The sky is stupid, so wet green, The city of extremes is my city, The mother is the field of crops, The father is a dove farm ..! Helpless bed, tidy clay, Random just skull shelf, Fingers crossed, yet feeling, Maya in the sheet, in the caress of the touch, In the cultivation of brick and stone buildings, Funeral on body ..!

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