Can you read my mind?
hear my thoughts?
feel my longings?
can you sense how much I miss you?
and do you think about me?
or have you forgotten my body already...?
my kisses...?
my comfort...?
your tears...?
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Souvenirs
I didn't go to the market to buy a papyrus or a galabiya the souvenirs I got from there are imprinted in me: my aching heart my confused...
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My culture is hunting me down My language is after me My roots are jeopardizing my choices My being is suspected My identity is out to get me
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The only person I trust is someone I don't trust. The only person I want to speak with is someone I cannot speak with. I'm not a cri...
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I didn't go to the market to buy a papyrus or a galabiya the souvenirs I got from there are imprinted in me: my aching heart my confused...
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