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Jun 2017
trace me back
to myself
trace yourself
on my back
I will back yourself
upon a wall
and dance
beneath your waterfall
all your tears
water my soul
all your fears
I hold
sway from afar
melt in your stall
your full, sensual lips
are all I ask for
my planted feet
my well-known wall
your rippling being
I admire to hold
a poet may write of
'your blonde strands of gold'
a poem insults you
for material is sold
my love
rare is not gold
my love
you are not gold
but whatever you are
I am your fort
Bassel M Abouzahr
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Bassel M Abouzahr
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     Eliot York, --- and Caroline
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