by Amina lamaïlif
(Marrakech morocco)

you cold are the fresh air
Can not move the flower from here to there
Im the flower and the shady house
Dont use your downstairs . My watry flame
Could bring you out .
Despite your book face and pen are warm
But lips and finger freeze there
Is not for strange is for who can what you cant
The long past hair under the blanket
Honey hide that angely face and show the hell if u want to come
Because it has just a short hair
Read the title before
Solid as a group war
Your fingers not for it all
You want to be special
But forgot that is not in that house
The heartroom will fire u out
If that angely face start to fight

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