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Apr 2018
i write to enlight
myself to survive
the path i chose
to have in life
so i scream
please
who could hear?
or see?
or relate
to the kid who
hides alone
at the break
high on
the steps
that are made
from within
his soul and craved
in an art form
so he could have a home
to bear the storm
coming to reform
the norms
of his instincts
Masked
so he keeps distant
Blind
trying to keep a link with the
Mystics
and it works
since it's
from withinΒ Β 
the layers of the skin
that makes my head spin
every time i remember where i have been.

Words Of Harfouchism
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Harley Hucof
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Harley Hucof  Lebanon
(Lebanon)   
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