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i've got waited for you for 50 seconds and 6 hours, then 4 mins, but you have been absent for a gathering I prepared for the intoxicated, and the communists of the evil comrade's bar.
We have been such as you, just like the absent-minded occasionally, at “Al-Rawda” then “Laterna”.
However; i've got simply forgotten my left foot caught within the bus front that the driving force might have chopped me, had I now not talked to him concerning the fragrance of Barda River and the nightclubs unfold over of a similar quantity because the safeguard branches.

After gulping containers of bluffed water, it was once higher for us to aim a few Vodka made based on spiritual criteria that fit the surrealists’ recipes of the poetry combined with my mood.
I loved it the instant a comrade has invented whereas praying with the birds in entrance of worship areas as he recalled exuberant rivers of honey and wine that experience overflown from the female suite in heaven.

No concerns in any respect you attractive inebriated, I nearly turned specialist within the magic washed via silly love, and feature simply grabbed a sniper, then a missile that didn't explode. I additionally requested a girl that “Natasha country” despatched, to burst me with a “pornographic” kiss, as technique of aid until eventually you come back over to a idiot expecting you close to the ascending Jasmine highway as I wish.
Oh goodness, the day gone by a missile struck your kitchen. i began writing a dying assertion after receiving letters out of your girlfriends who soak my mail with tears that bathed me.
I additionally bought poems that noted your heroic position whereas getting ready “Yabrak” in an important pace for greater than seventy jerks writing at the partitions a commiseration of a good looks they've got by no means met other than in my poems.
However; I knocked them down together with your description hence they have been compelled to contemplate you the loved of that man who makes you hate the instant you ever met him.
Nevertheless; i'm going to arrange an emotional document shredding your outfits then i'll tear your computing device that stealthily got here into my pocket, asking my palms to jot down, in your behalf, the tale of boys that chase you each time I flip my again to get the lazy bus.
And as traditional, you write thousand and a million pages of scandals opposed to me.

Despite all of it, the chums transferred in truth the monody rituals I played for you after they came across that your home had no kitchen. including to that, your home was once already abandoned. The evening flocks have borrowed it, people with beards that allure leftovers, flies, and black “Jihad” fantasy.

So the place are you amidst all of this boyish mania the place I eternalize my reminiscence within?
I am in a non-existence distinct through airborne dirt and dust and sufferers’ images, a idiot that calls himself a pacesetter of the largest police station at Al-Muhajireen, had killed; I suggest the local the place “Juha” statue emerges from the center.
This “Juha” is status nonetheless because the shoe reformation partisan movement.
Of direction, I suggest him the single status on the most up-to-date useless style outlets in “Sham” Saleheya the place it really is acknowledged lion used to be terrified by means of a mouse that became a fluffy rat dwelling within the sewers.

I suggest, while I hotel to a wind coming out of your clutched physique, i glance like an engraved letter on scattered tombstones, even supposing your breath is trapped in my sky.
This scene wrecked me, like a smacked revelation, so I got here again to existence beside the one that killed me, even supposing i didn't die like a passionate lover, nor did I scent chemical powder like those that suffocated on the shoulders of Damascus and Aleppo.

So i'll be away for twenty seconds and 4 days.
I additionally left you a mattock and a box filled with stones.
Of direction, this isn't a punishment, yet for to not be fed on by means of time.
So if you happen to believe bored, you can find me at “Verdi” bar or escorted at a police department.

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