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  Jul 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
betterdays
consider the bee
industrious
in manner

one wonders
if it ever crosses
their minds

to take a day off
curl up with a friend
and natter the day away
  Jul 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
betterdays
between us
our breath mists
as we pursue passion
this  night of zero  degrees
our ardour is  summers hottest day
as the sweat cools upon  bared *******
we reach an apex our very own everest
and then become aware of the chill in the air
a nonette
  Jul 2018 Lazhar Bouazzi
Meghan
Being white...is now a sin to society.







I was nothing but a plain canvass. Hanging in the wall, the consummate design of purity. One day, I threw a dot in the middle of my frame to see how life is like. Then all of the sudden, I became the attention of most paintings. I was art. I was meaningful. The thought of my imperfection is art. But not all commits to that sense of style, and they judged me. They smudged me with colors I'm unfamiliar with. Their hands changed me in terms of tragedy, just like themselves. My innocence became abstract with different intentions. The white no longer defined me, but the sins they made me do provide.
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