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a nightmare like a nightmare on a bed    I was walking in my fog   stepping in my  alienation   kneeling  down carrying the    sound of sunset I became stumbling by the    echo   by the longing,    I've  been guarding   the doors of ruin to massage the palm of my  heart  so that the scars can not   pigment  him  poem by  Ibtissam Ibrahim  - poetess  and translator   Iraq - Baghdad
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Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 12:21 PM UTC
a nightmare
a nightmare like a nightmare on a bed    I was walking in my fog   stepping in my  alienation   kneeling  down carrying the    sound of sunset I became stumbling by the    echo   by the longing,    I've  been guarding   the doors of ruin to massage the palm of my  heart  so that the scars can not   pigment  him  poem by  Ibtissam Ibrahim  - poetess  and translator   Iraq - Baghdad
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Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 12:21 PM UTC
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