nbila allan Poems

oh my dead angel
I was nt know
that angels die
I was afraid to love a woman,
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hey you
who are you
what have you just asked
oh nothing
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wanted ....'the picture of love'
love is a dangerous international swindler
it burned in syria
its name was? ?
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WHAT IS THIS WHITE
IS IT SUGURE
IS IT YOUR FACE
IS IT YOUR HEART
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IM SO SORRY FOR THAT
SORRY I PLAYED THAT GAME AND DIDNT CARE
ABOUT THIS SWEET HEART
ALL ITS FAULT WAS THAT IT LOVED
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if there is no blood over your thorn
u will lose your color
and be like poluted water
source of life, lead to death
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that night
you burned next to me
i felt that fire comeing up your cheecks
your breathe fog blinded my way
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