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“تحتسي القهوة وحيدا تعمّر في زوايا النسيان حكايا حزينة تبعد بُنّك من مروحة الوجع في الصباح تدع تفاصيلك على النار تغلي وتغلي تخرج إلى التعب ناسيا ظلك في الفنجان”

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Book:أبجدية التجاعيد
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أبجدية التجاعيد

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