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Feb 2013
Hot water in hands
And face cries in the broken mirror
Where last time there was kiss
In a bathroom somewhere

Eyes young and sad
From yesterday when they dream
Rivers of blood where butterfly
Lay eggs

Mornings not happy but
Mourning
Nights not brave
Not knight

Are we here?
Farida Ezzat
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Farida Ezzat
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