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Shehab Albalooshi

I'm a language teacher currently doing a Masters in Theoretical Philosophy. I write long-form essays about my adventures in conceptual land.

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Insipid Beasts Buried in the Snow

On top of Mount Kilimanjaro or buried deep in the snow...

On top of Mount Kilimanjaro or buried deep in the snow, we marched as cacophonies and blank silhouettes.

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Enamoured

There once was a girl in Manama; She fell apart, enamoured.

There once was a girl in Manama; She fell apart, enamoured.

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Only Words Remain

Only words remain, perched above, all alone in the aftermath.

Only words remain, perched above, all alone in the aftermath.

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My Murk Stolen by the Morn

Confessions whispered through peppered dreams

Confessions whispered through peppered dreams

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The Final

I was the weeping murder-pain of Heraclean, mighty swords and murder-meteor-murder ash.

I was the weeping murder-pain of Heraclean, mighty swords and murder-meteor-murder ash.

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