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Feb 17
For you?
The world?
No.
The world is a mirage, my love is not.
It is true as the sky,
Alive more than the blood pumping in my veins.
True as mother’s pain,
Divine as Almighty’s love.
For you I give not the world,
For you I wish the heavens.
Lily the Passerby
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Lily the Passerby  24/F/Tashkent, Uzbekistan
(24/F/Tashkent, Uzbekistan)   
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