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Gertrude Bell: Nightingale with drops in heart bleed. A fed red rose. Then came the wind. And catching her, jealous branches. I have coiled heart with a hundred thorns
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Gertrude Bell: Eternal love that keeps arms satisfied. Earth, air, deep. Light nights and harvest my heart. You are mine at last in everlasting remembrance. Oh, how easy it was to leave! He left height of the pilgrimage. Oh, I can not begin the journey, for God help me lift the weights. And Mila be my traveling companion. Girl's my impression of dust, nights I'm wet. The dust and tears, turquoise vault. I must bricks for the house joys. Yet I never harbored, and the time was gone. What am I playing? Checkered floor on the night and day. Death won the game.
Nadia Niazi
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