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ياسين، معتزل، دلوقتي،، :
ارحمونا بقاااااا
2026-09-28 22:45:35
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Mohammed Simsim👊🫵 :
❌🔥:الحب عهد والعهد طموح واقسم برب محمد ونوح لحظه الفراق اصعب من طلوع الروح😊😊😊
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ASEM :
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الولا حمو 😜😜 :
أمرت النسيان ان ينساكي فنسيت النسيان ولم انساكي N
2026-09-28 21:18:34
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2026-09-28 18:06:41
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دوــــــــــ🖤ـــــــما :
@🪫:شربت. الخمرِ. لكي أنساكِ .. وإذا بگل كأسٍ. أشربُهُ. أراكِ ما. سالَ. الدمعُ. إلا. لذكراكِ .. قسماً. بربِ. العبادِ. لن أنساكِ أمرتُ. النسيانَ. أن ينساكِ .. فنسيتُ. النسيانَ. ولم أنسَاكِ سأسكرُ. حتى يهتزَ. الكأسُ. بيدي .. وأعيشُ. سكراتِ. موتِ. حُبّك فشاربُ. الخمرِ. يصحو بعد سكرتِهِ .. وشاربُ. الحبِ. طولَ. العمرِ. سكرانُ
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2026-09-28 10:27:49
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2026-09-28 08:03:07
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2026-09-27 23:02:28
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2026-09-27 22:35:09
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