فایل شده when he not be

[MHP]

?I said you have to go! What good is a web site if it simply "blends in" with everything else out there
?!What is the name of the one-minute memoir review in your literature dictionary? However, Dehkhoda can mean bad to me
?Can a prince write a poem for me now
.Life without you ... is blacker than me
!Whiter than you ... they bite into the gray of the sky on the floor of the grave
?Unless you die at any moment; Do you say life​

 

[MHP]

;I listen to private poems again
!You are not and your memory, your music, your painful writings ... your love
. ...Our love; I love you
!are They are sitting next to me and staring at the paper in front of me
!They have held my hands tightly, and lest one day "you"'s release my hands
​

 

[MHP]

;You are not and I roll in my anger
!I stayed and vomited numbness and fear
!The pain becomes my twin and his smile in the mirror, facing me, scratches my heart
Throughout my writing, the smell of tears drips from my tears
!A tear of desire drips and dies
!Do you understand!? I feel like a street boy; I do not know the meaning of the word wish! My face is black and I died in the depths of young nostalgia​

 

[MHP]

;Seven times in six hundred and sixty-six times in these twelve months
!I was killing murder and my whole head was pounding with death
Yes, if only the wisest and coldest girl in the world would be my place; Until now, in the corner of the hospital, he shouted "He is not! He's not "he nodded, and out of fear all the nurses' necks left the wet traces of his lips sewn to his smile, and how normal it was for their clothes to be torn and a lifeless needle to sink into their souls​

 

[MHP]

!Aren't you dead too? A trail of nostalgia has hit you like me? With a spice of pain! You will enjoy my unbreathed breaths and you will be buried
!You become a stone; Made of ivory
. ...Dodge color
!You are killing me in the black hole of the black eyebrows with long eyebrows
?Have you been associated with the Great Satan
Angel of torturers! You have embarrassed the Dark Web too, well done! Well done to the imagination that I know, next to the tulip of my dream and imagination, the breath of women laughs and tears have flowed in my heart, and is he Hitler !? I do not know what revolution is in my poems that the camel is lost in the rain of this volume from the love of the madman! Am I sleeping​

 

[MHP]

!Do not squeeze my sleep vein so that neither sleep nor weakness remains
!He was! He is not, and his ink pen has run out of my two-sentence essay
!he's not
!He is not right now
!Hopefully, I will have a nervous laugh at the hope of a good day
!I have to knock the snort of this hope on the wall of the church of life so that the thought of waiting does not cross his mind
!I am at your service here, waiting girl, from the icy snow city of hope​

 

[MHP]

!The intensive ornaments of nostalgia and the radiance of the Lady are the source of concern, the eyes of all three worlds
. ...I laugh and put a piece of the book in my mouth
!This time it stands still! How do you look at the cursed clock? I drop the fork and throw it in the mirror of love in a fraction of a second
!I wish it would break and I have a reason for my end​

 

[MHP]

.Generation of men with ever-disheveled hair; With the fragile hearts and howls of the poet! My generation, the haters who hate
.And your generation that is never, then and where it should be
!I run the love treadmill endlessly; Infected with lack
?!Behold! Office papers catch the color of your eyes and how long do you want to be​

 

[MHP]

. ...I set foot on the evolution of the heart; Stand on all my worlds if you are forbidden from me and forbidden to me
!And it is a pity that the smell of swearing should not reach my nostrils
How sluggish my steps were in the explosion of this season of my life and the nights I woke up! I whispered my name to my withered rose and everyone heard! The wall of my house that has neither mice nor lions! No Simorgh comes to set fire to the seeds of its feathers; then how​

 

[MHP]

. ...I can no longer write anything; It is as if my anger has subsided; Now seeing and hearing is nothing
!It is hard not to eat to kill your body
My world is gone mentally! They make noises and I stare in silence at my nightmare and remain silent. How freezing the earth and the air are when ;you are not
. ...How much darker the shadows of the room are and these scary love nights​