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لم تكن التنهيده فكره ولم تجيء سهوا

لم تكن كلمة ولم تكن سورا بين ذراعيه مدينه

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The sigh was not a thought, nor did it come by accident. It was not a word, nor was it a wall between his arms city. It was a witness to the sanctity of the wound and the severing of wings.