Nov 2014
All I ask is when I die
that these pages be left
over my grave
giving power to the wind
hoping it whispers my love
I never had a chance
to tell you about
that these pages be left
over my grave
giving power to the wind
hoping it whispers my love
I never had a chance
to tell you about
(27/M/Cairo, Egypt)
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