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When I remember you, Hidden behind your glasses, Victimized by others’ glances, Disdained and neglected Cursed and rejected, I accuse myself. When I remember you, Frightened by your ex, Persecuted because of your *** Your genre and helpless will, Afraid of the next will, I disdain myself. When I remember you, Endowed by the Saint Hand, Buried in the Saint Land, Reminded by some, Forgotten by some I curse myself. When I remember you, Naked by my side Along the nights’ tide, Discovered by my hands, And reached to your ends, I long to myself. When I remember you, I call back the tears, I turn deaf my ears, I blow out my candle, To fro the scandal_ And I forget myself. When I remember you, I forget myself.
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
How Can I Forgive You?
When I remember you, Hidden behind your glasses, Victimized by others’ glances, Disdained and neglected Cursed and rejected, I accuse myself. When I remember you, Frightened by your ex, Persecuted because of your *** Your genre and helpless will, Afraid of the next will, I disdain myself. When I remember you, Endowed by the Saint Hand, Buried in the Saint Land, Reminded by some, Forgotten by some I curse myself. When I remember you, Naked by my side Along the nights’ tide, Discovered by my hands, And reached to your ends, I long to myself. When I remember you, I call back the tears, I turn deaf my ears, I blow out my candle, To fro the scandal_ And I forget myself. When I remember you, I forget myself.
mahmoud-elbouhaissi
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Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
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