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Jul 2013
my name tastes of smoke and regret after a long night together.
it is the feeling you get that morning after you hadn't slept and there is nothing you want more than to have a good nights sleep.
it is everything pure, but broken.
a beautiful vase smashed into a million pieces just like your heart as the only person you've ever loved walks away and doesn't say a word.
it is the moon. always hiding away part of itself in the darkness of its sadness.
it has too many letters, yet it is still not enough.
in greek it stems from its root word meaning alone.
it is the name of a poet that doesn't succeed.
is is the name of a saint who used to sin.
it is rainforest eyes that blink too much.
monica shomali
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monica shomali
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