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Three
Jul 22, 2007 11:18:12 GMT -5
Post by Emad Fouad on Jul 22, 2007 11:18:12 GMT -5
Three
We were three me… and her and a green body buried carefully beneath our feet She said: Why do flowers grow here? I said: He died in love.
We were three me… and him and a green body buried carefully beneath our feet He said: How can he die alone? I said: Because he is alone, still – in it.
We were three She… and him My green body under their feet when they stepped on the grass she stood on my heart, the girl I ordered the flowers to release their scent and when I furtively saw him crying my tears welled up on the petals of the flowers.
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