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Jan 2015
I split open my psyche
scouring for ideas
A novel way of saying how I feel

All I find and see is gray
with nought but uniform figures
That tower over me and block the light

Sinking deeper and deeper
like a capsule swallowed
into the gut of my mind

A wretched thought clears the path
Into a new enlightenment
Bleak as it may be, I am empty
Zein Khalil
Written by
Zein Khalil  Beirut
(Beirut)   
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   ---, --- and Brian Payamps
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