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#basim is my pookie my beloved
souredfigs · 6 months
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Oh to be a painter in 9th century Baghdad walking around the bazaar , chatting with the merchants and my friends while drinking Qahwa , buying new paints coming from the silk road and anxiously waiting to catch a glimpse of my new muse , the hooded man with eyes the deepest shade of honey , who disappears as fast as he is seen .
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