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After the fiery caresses
from the melting ice of promises,
there was a huge swallow of liquid fire,
which ate a great portion of my empire,
but swiftly my soldiers survived the pain,
brushed and crushed the mountain,
from the undulating part of the land,
singing rhymes from the palm of my hand
into the bottomless `Lake Of Passion`
Copyright ©2005 Suleman Ibrahim |
