a Letter Without Ink
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مستمرّة<5 min
آخر تحديث: جمعة, سبتـ ٧, ٢٠١٨
''but even when flowers die,
and the sky begins to cry,
i'll hold you in my heart,
'till it's last drop of blood.'' --
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