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In the midst
of a morning walk
I followed a trail
of purple
flowers
fallen
and ripe
that led me to
the mother tree
who has grown
heavy
with too much
beauty to carry
Ashrafieh, is a magical place in Beirut, Lebanon. It has those purple floral trees who decorate not only its appeal but also the streets after they have fallen.
It has a certain feel to it, when you see them, you feel the cusp of summer that will flood the city with heat, but yet in the midst of everything has hit the ground, there's so much beauty to the fallen.
It rained in May
Maybe it's a sign
that even
April showers
unnaturally, can be
May's showers too
When things
started falling apart
I felt the debris
scarring me and scaring me
Here,
Let me wet
your quill
That's what
I call
a fresh
start
Maria Etre May 2
I miss headphones
with wires
I really felt
connected



























to my music
Maria Etre May 2
I vomited
the last piece
of you
and relieved myself
from the toxicity
that ate me up
from the inside

That's my kind of
glow up
Sometimes it's the word ***** that is healing in disguise
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