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Sympathy

I wince
whenever your name comes up
All ears, I seal my lips
keeping your secret a secret

(... Your mouth is ripe with desire
your eyes brim with tenderness
your body trembles as it calls... )

Anyone who mentions you cuts me to the quick,
and so I come to you in the heat of the noon
to whisper the story of dawn

You...
You...
My only creed!

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الصیهور

This is something wondrous….

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