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Jun 2018
Failure of love, fired at my soul
Bullets of lonliness hit my bones
In the heart Left ashes of emotions,
Cut the thin paper I had of joyness
With your lyrically-killing scissors.
Was your intention me leaving?

Is that a smile I haven't seen before?
Is that a kiss you don't didn't ask for?
Is there a new love you believe in?
Is he a sun, you seek for its core?
Your coldness is never fed. Not enough.
Always wants more.

Pain of missing is all I recieved
The ghosts you made now are my lead
Look at my eyes, can what you did see?
They're vacant, empty.
There's no glow in them
You had finished my story. Not happily.

With the reflection of the lamp,
on my tears,
You can see,
the only glow you left for me.

20-11-20-00 is your number.
But don't worry, I won't ever call
Into the unknown I won't again fall
You have crashed me into pieces
Gathering them now, is impossible.
I wonder if you know my number too.

From my mum's womb I was born
And in your actions tomb was drown.
This is my first freezing july
Without you it is, I won't lie.
Eslam Dabank
Written by
Eslam Dabank  21/M/Bethlehem, Palestine
(21/M/Bethlehem, Palestine)   
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   Brandon Conway
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