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Aymanmarwan

Aymanmarwan

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shall red snow dear sun roses hands death morning sky white yesterday son child rise eyes water rivers rises choose bloom garden grow bleeding palms blood splattered path walked arms looped graves called dug loss must beauty painted fear next willed reunite two flying wings thought haunts suit night yet here standing before ourselves lips smirking awaiting sunrise signaling birth tomorrow comes