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God Sleeps in the Middle of a Homeless Man's Guitar Strings
Shehab Albalooshi
1 min read
احبكِ حب احمقٍ لإلهه
او شاهدٍ أنار طريقه بنبرة صوته او تائهٍ لم يرى نفسه إلا بانعكاسها
Shehab Albalooshi
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My Soul Undead
My soul undead; My voice they hear. My horse still runs at the castle’s rear, against that wind, against that year.
Shehab Albalooshi
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I Used to Have a Name
I used to have a name, but now I am afloat. Above my people's dread, I live in moments past.
Shehab Albalooshi
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My Father Was a Drunken Fool
I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice.
Shehab Albalooshi
1 min read
Beauty Has Come to Lament Your Name
How hideous and ghastly, it has succumbed.
Shehab Albalooshi
1 min read
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