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Dec 2015
When, words & pen
She were mine? I think!
Everyday i wish, but!
Life, asking destiny
Which right before done!
Poor but poor!
They wish, i wish too
Discover the open door
Poor, but!
We smell flowers to prove
That we exist too, like perfume
Poor, but!
We breathe for spin that blood
This love!
keep us Poor
Written by
ukown  Morocco
(Morocco)   
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