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Apr 8
If you forget me
And forget the hollows
Of my birds,
Don't look for me
Let the oceans burn your emptiness
And your ankle and the air.
Let it be in the middle of October,
The middle of my fragility and yours.
Khadija Ajaoud
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Khadija Ajaoud
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