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Apr 2020
All she had was her fire
And that was plenty,
To burn herself
all her desires withered and fell
As solid turned to ash
And embers seized the memorie that made her
smoke rose and told her,
All you have is your fire and that’s enough.
EBTI
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EBTI  Riyadh
(Riyadh)   
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     No Nahme and Bogdan Dragos
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