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I lost my words.
I’ve been looking everywhere
under pillows
in books
my mailbox
in the steam floating off my morning Coffe
in the rapid pounding heart beating
in the screen of your vanish
No words.
No words.
No sounds of words
or word fragments
not even a letter.

Once I was a treasure hunter of words
I could find them anywhere
under salt and brine and tears
in the sinewy muscle of ink
of skin, naked and chafed
in the space between teeth
they’d glisten
like juice, like rubies
daring to be found
but they’re gone
like a crevice in my flesh
gone
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Tags: ارشيف الموقع, ثقافة وادب وناس, شباب, مجتمع by Alain Safa
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