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Mar 2017
things were falling in that room
nothing happy only what's behind that
window that black river
was devoid of any feelings of not
being highly susceptible historian
reminds me of someone

i remembered a moment how i lived in the
lap of that river
one day i went to the rive but my pocket
tire lost all memory
i ran towards you.quickly
you're the only one who accepted all
my flaws.
understand feelings river more than
humans..
ava ree
Written by
ava ree  Saudi Arabia
(Saudi Arabia)   
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   Michael L and Keith Wilson
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