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Jul 2015
Drunk poetry speaks no truth..
but what occurs is blood leaking from one's soul. Keep a cup aside, to recollect the red wine. As ammunition is never infinite, we all are animec to our time.
Faisal Ali
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Faisal Ali  Barcelona, Spain
(Barcelona, Spain)   
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