Sarcophagus .. corona.. Adnan Al-Reikani
/ 2020-05-26
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I changed the features of my face, perhaps the pains did not know me, when I appeared in the mirror of the mirror of your mirror, but the sound of the drums of the heart exposed my secret, and my skin colored the color of anemones, and his curd clogged on shy oak leaves, that passion did not violate the traffic lights, and did not change the direction of the anchorage, until the cracks of water cracks I hate that decision, so how did I survive? I don’t know, I want to fall to the top of the mountain and watch the light of the hidden jellyfish before my neighbor gives birth to half a century of sorrows. She and my candle are pregnant in the seventh month, and death has left us seven gates and three coffins, the ark of the covenant, the ark of the Lord, and Coffin of the Knife ..
While we are in the silo of oppression, we repeat the recitation of a prayer without ears, so the Lord closed his arms with blue masks, under which the smile of an innocent child did not give birth, and the deficiency of the two sailors did not escape, so she stuck to the frightened cilia of the universe, confused which coffin to choose.
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