I do not know
Abdel Aziz Alhaider
I do not know how to put the letters in a cup
How the years bite the tips of the fingers in so easy ways
I can nt insert my head through such tottering window
All what I know …few winds revolutions throw my skin to my head …changing me to a soundless dynasty…here I am with my friendly reptiles trying to avoid the crashing foot in our frivolity walking to the river….we just hiding the moon in the shell of the noon
Under the grass of the high building we some times exchange the codes to meaning….hello my friend…hello hardness
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