Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire. — Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
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Your faces are very beautiful,but they are wooden cages.You had better run from me.My words are fire.

— Jalaluddin Rumi, The Book of Love: Poems of Ecstasy and Longing
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