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Cicatrixes Poems - Poems about Cicatrixes


The Revolution Is Futile Near Cemeteries Noise
...The revolution is futile near cemeteries noise (To the oldest of me, of course, my son Ahmad in my birthday) Introduction Cut out my soul......

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Categories: cicatrixes, life, heart, heart,
Form: I do not know?

Book: Reflection on the Important Things