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نتائج (1)
misplaced
(الشعر)
23-05-2006
by Christina Chan
She held her focus on the tip of the cigarette
where it touched the flame from my lighter
timidly she took a step back
into the darkness behind her, "Thank you, sir."
and with a smile I replied, you're welcome
then her face lifted with...
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