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ran....
nothing works if it remains in words thus poets live,love only in words..there is no step taken only words uttered but i am setting the pace...i am speeding and i ...
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speaking of me
then i'll speak the words that leak out of my heart's beak. a line of white across a black field then i can never yield...
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swords rust
we begin strong with all the valour,praise and contentment but these die leaving us dead too...it's better we begin with the fear of Allah and the hope for His mercy...