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 Sep 2017 nesrine ben
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THYSELF
 Sep 2017 nesrine ben
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Timelessly, limitlessly the braches soard to the sky,
Tirelessly, fatiguely the roots hit the core of earth,
From cerrulean heights to crimson dark depths,
Lied the distance between self and wisdom of heart,
Not sure if it is loftiness or suicidal thoughts of death,
Not sure if it is a revolutionary act of anarchy,
Or just a free spirit, free rebelious depart.
ACT OF KISS
Lost, in knowing self, lost between the crowds,
Lost in my own thoughts, lost in my own mind,
Lost, a loner, I had been, thou I had seekth,
In the deepest roots of my heart,
In the most complex dark corners of myself.
 Sep 2017 nesrine ben
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Once my ego vanishes,
My desires are quenched by ultimate satisfaction,
Once my memories are forgetten
and sweapt by the withered autumn wind,
Once my ego, lust and memories,
Are gone with the withering wind,
Once that happens, my dear,
I will cease to exist.

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 Sep 2017 nesrine ben
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Praeterita
 Sep 2017 nesrine ben
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and I am still seeking your shadow in the essence of every woman...
 Oct 2016 nesrine ben
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Have you known what lies underneath,
A simple promise, what it may conceal?
You say I adore you,
I say,
I can't live without you.
You say I admire you,
I say,
What happens, when you are gone?
Shall I live, or drown in eternal morn?
You say you are stunning,
I say,
You are breathtaking,
What happens, again when I breathe?
Would I find this pure air,
An absolute freedom, or despair?*

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dogs eat at the night
buried in the yard
they chase the moon in a pack
the white of their teeth
compared to stars

the windows close against them
iron bars in transparency

life closes against them

the morning will crush them to dust
with only the wind left
to stir them up
 Feb 2016 nesrine ben
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VOW
 Feb 2016 nesrine ben
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VOW
He, begged her to be,
The mistress of his mind,
The plot to his literature,
And the omnicient of his heart.

She, smiled then exclaimed,

What if you were,
The rhyme to my poetry,
The sound to my music,
And the rythm of my heart?*

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