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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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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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Rise, Sunrise Man, Rise

I am a shooting star. I don't sparkle; I incinerate...

I am a shooting star. I don’t sparkle; I incinerate…

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To Live with Pride

Look at this mighty force Weeping before our eyes.

Look at this might force
Weeping before our eyes.

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Blessed Be the Saints

Blessed be the pain, the watcher. I am the Rage of Ra. I am the Eye of Horus.

Blessed be the pain, the watcher.
I am the Rage of Ra.
I am the Eye of Horus.

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