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Jul 1
When I see short dreamlike
visions in my slumber, they are as the beauty of snowfall and flora, oh how those icy fragments of winter and the dandelion silky strands in the aerial streams of the sky chant, if only I could linger in them as an enfold within my limbs in my own cosmic sigh.
Hiba Mohammed Sobh
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Hiba Mohammed Sobh  25/F/Beirut
(25/F/Beirut)   
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