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Mar 2016
your eyes glare in the darkness
like dimmed stars in the night sky
words upon words and knives that
go through the chest
and out,
like harsh touches
resembling fires and hurricanes
and I’m lost
like a little child looking for the
love of a dead father
scars upon scars and
battle wounds
in the heart, in the soul
(but you won’t be the death of me.)
Farah
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Farah
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