Have the poets left in the garment a place for a patch to be patched by me; and did you know the abode of your beloved after reflection?2
The vestige of the house, which did not speak, confounded thee, until it spoke by means of signs, like one deaf and dumb.
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I had a friend named Antar online. In 04. We don't chat with eachother anymore though. He was killer. Looked mexican. ? ? ? Good poem!
He’s a great younger