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May 2020
I'm stuck.
The tears I cry
don't turn into gold.

Kintsugi
I thought if I was broken
I would be replaced with gold.

Selfish earthly tears
state of emergency
more like sterling silver than nine carat gold.

Films romanticise tears
only on beautiful faces
Oscars and Golden Globes.
Nahal
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Nahal
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