#tutuart

[sameerspiritual]

She folds the sky into her own bone, a seam of light stitched through the rib. Thought balances on the thin edge of a leg — meaning wobbles like a coin on its rim.

[bundu2]

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[sameerspiritual]

She tucks her dreams inside a ballet shell, the world sees her lines but never her wonder— for every face turned down in thought is poetry unspoken.

[bundu2]

‏كأنما لاشيء بي ، وبي الف شعور لا يقال .

[bundu2]

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[bundu2]

في حياتي القادمة سيمنحني الله بيتًا جميلاً، لأنه يُدرك أنني أحب البيوت🖤🏠.

[bundu2]

So you think you know me now?

[bundu2]

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