I now have in my hands the pages of my heart. Screaming there essence, colliding like rubbles, trying to decide which page should come first. I've always had them here in the warmth of my palm where I fiddle them like a bunch of keys. And only when the fiddling stops can I snap my fingers. I now choose to snap out of this.
Abu A'ish Mk Albani
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Author:
Abu Aeesh (
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