Turn out the human glow

[Ebrahim Algobi]

Turn out the human glow
We are about the frustrated
Leave the place that can't accommodate your passion, then I will kill you
Adjacent to those who make a fourth of the crumbs of milk
and
From when extinguished in a return they were born, starting from the water
We are no longer satisfied with those who exterminated your shoes in us.
Who always made us wonder, are we itching!
By himself
May God not forgive anyone who extinguishes a burning person
I don't know who people avoid in their small achievements and joys.
Fearing that he would underestimate her, that the dazzle of the moment be suppressed!
By God, we went through a lull and were on the verge of fading away, and the cause was nothing but a place
Wrong and wrong person.
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