Sunday, March 25, 2012

Three Cities, Seven Dancers, Eleven Curse Comments

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There is a shallow wadi lined. Weeds make up the yellow sand to the base. I lowered my saddle has, momentarily lost weight, was thirsty. Who would make up the saddle, it is the price of his position. Orange velvet bordered with gold, like cedar trees flanking the sky.
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Ilham Q Moehiddin

Ilham Q Moehiddin

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