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Abeer Aug 2023
Last night I dreamt a little dream
A little bit of flutter eyes and anarchy
The pain you endeavour is lost
To the chasing trill of running with me

The moving fingers brushing the maze
The labyrinth the labour the lace
The kind of love the thunder moves for
When the sky opens in every way

Collapse the stairway and blind the raven
Let Aphrodite gently judge the living
For then we shall rise redeemable
For then the earth would leach us into something
Abeer Aug 2023
feel something is suffocating the idea of escape
like Prometheus waiting for the vulture
or a toxic person hurting you
Day after day, you think
Maybe hurt is all you deserve
because that's all you expect
Abeer Aug 2023
The love we dread, lies in the dirt
I,
A man
lurch the open ground like an animal
For you
And we kiss like real people do
into an abyss, I scream to get out what's in my head and all I find is a machine doing it better
Abeer Aug 2023
How cruel would we be if we only communicated in symbols
I'll be 89, a perfect prime
But without parentheses i would not make sense
I would wake up to a dream of having factors you can call your own
But sinking in a voyage of my endeavours
I'll be a null set that doesn't need parentheses to make sense
Just a weird scribble that's all to make you understand
Abeer Aug 2023
Love is dead
The potential you'll be, you'll miss it
The promises you kept to me
Didn't try to speak
I'll love you again in another life
Abeer Aug 2023
Sat in front of a vast ocean
Felt some presence, precipitated till unseen
I wanna fly to it
But my wings are non existent, and heart is too **** weak
So I ran, I ran too fast too fast
I went to a bar and told them they should flee
"You're a ******* joke" thats what they told me
I wanna help them
But the grasp of trust has never touched me
So save yourself, sound the fire alarm
I ran too fast too **** fast to save myself
I shoved myself in a bunker to suffocate before it kills us all
Abeer Aug 2023
I'll play some music
Inside of imaginary Louvre
And we will run to cupid's aid
Where he is fighting a heartbroken prince
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