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Oh! You are speaking like a Sufi. No, this is not a Sufi poem. For a Sufi, love is a way of finding the God that has his inside. But my inquiries are to find myself that was thrown somewhere into the time cycle. The sounds of every kiss that I gave you, on the journey to find me, are the variations of sounds that cause when I try to open some doors. There the wind is always cold. But here need these warm that between us that for the beats of our life journey. When Akram has been speaking like a philosopher, but I wanted the same orgasm that gone through us once more. I sai d unknowingly to myself. Akram, please again down to the earth as a naked human greater than abnormality prophet. I won't need your book and customs, I want your hands and fingers that without losing the ability to make sculptures and paintings, intently. A JACKFRUIT IN HEAVEN (A novel) Copyright © 2020
Prologue.
