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It was not Love when I used to call you baby. It was a Revenge, I loved my smile behind your shoulders. For all my old feelings, and my bad times For all my hurts, tears and suffer I stole your heart, and I burned it by my hands. I did it because you deserve it. My heart is so expensive for you Now drink from the same Glass bro I hope you enjoyed it Moutamaddine Rajaa
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Rajaa Moutamaddine
A Moroccan girl poets lover.
"Words are the only emotionally defense we can use"
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