You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
You ask me to write you a poem,I pen you an empty ocean,You run away.You ask me who I am,I paint you a breaking sky,You — Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
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— Jenim Dibie, The Calligraphy of God
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