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The sky of mine
Is dragged by the
chains of the letter
Harfu El-Atfi
Who shut up heavens
windows,
I am attached to the
body of his
When he makes a pillow
out of me
I am attached to the
intellect of his
To the debts of his
To the assets of his.
The very breeze of
mine
Has a acquiesced in my
attachment
To the echoes of the
night snoring of his,
While keeping the
breaths of mine abated,
Desecrating the
night’s sooth saying.
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When I lock the walls
of the dwelling
Upon the remains of
the body of mine,
Spring catches at my
veins
Like a cob,
Staggering down into
the corners of the web of his.
I have become
A snow taking abide
Into the cells of the
dwelling walls,
Hooting with the
inhalation of melting. |
