writing poetry
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Textures
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≻: TexturesIt’s always the heat, and the tongue, and the dizzying passions of the young— That’s how the books and movies…
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When I leave winter behind
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≻: When I leave winter behindI was walking, my mind bundled in winter layers When the dried bush next to me started chirping. There, Nestled…
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Dead end street
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≻: Dead end streetIn my time running on the city roads, I have come to recognise a dead end street – it is…
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Lip Balm
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≻: Lip BalmIt was with a jolt that I realised I was halfway throughThe stick of lip balm. I don’t think much…
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As Hafez loves wine
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≻: As Hafez loves wineHe adores wine and beauty and love because they tasteLike the lips of the sweet talking wine boy, and it…
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Scalded Gums
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≻: Scalded GumsThere is a type of pain that hangs like a nubOf bulbous flesh between my two front teeth After biting into…
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