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Only Words Remain

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

Shehab Albalooshi

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انا الإنسان

فمن انت لكي تحدثني عن نفسي؟

Shehab Albalooshi

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عربيٌ من بلاد فارس

كنت طفلاً والاَن إبتلعت ارضي وجعلت من نفسي سحابة

Shehab Albalooshi

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My Murk Stolen by the Morn

Confessions whispered through peppered dreams

Shehab Albalooshi

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

Shehab Albalooshi

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Rise, Sunrise Man, Rise

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

Shehab Albalooshi

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