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Rasha Omer
Poems
Feb 2010
Fake ID's and Footsteps
I've run on this treadmill;
a heavy load
of love
and
sweat on my shoulders.
I'm falling,
but I can't seem to hurt
myself.
In the face!
I've been dragging,
this foot. Around.
for a while.
and some.
A pain - throbbing vain.
Right here.
A microsecond of hope.
A sip of this diamond
studded.
jar.
she has said all the words.
those beautiful
ones.
the trail of her gown.
stuck --
between his jaws.
she has spoken.
your words.
those wholesome
ones.
the secret in her smile
caught --
within his fists.
I've travelled on this bicycle;
nights and miles.
rags.
dust and bags.
This heart of yours,
I've found last week.
stabbed.
******.
and somehow tamed,
out of its blood.
I've asked, what'd happened -
you can't fix
that old shoelace --
anymore.
Written by
Rasha Omer
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