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i ask daily for prayers
and
recieve handfuls of thistles
pray for me
if they hit this town
i'll still think of you
face underwater;
i breathe
freely
anywhere is up
from here
bedhead hair, white sheets
bloodstained t-shirts
all in the market
the map's in my jeans,
your hands the zip code

الخريطة في بلدي الجينز ،
يديك الرمز البريدي
sand embellished shoes
the truest walk
over rubble and sin
petals pirouette
in the air
a wreckage nobody
will know
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