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Do you have the same dreams?
You know what I mean?
I mean
The one who uproots trees?
Or is it what makes you cry?
Are these myths every day
From the distant hint of the end of oppression
To avoid talking about the coming disaster?
Upload what goes up
Or what falls;
Misery turned behind me
I have no wishes
Accompany your crazy birds
Not a single flutter anymore.
Do you have dreams to sell?
Like those who break the back of strangers
After running down the street?
If you receive the mail
With a limping deer.
If you are cold
From a mixture of two kinds.
I was born very old
With fatal delusions.
I was born into a family known for being misrepresented.
You have dreams
Any dream without an appointment?
We need to find an excuse quickly
Before the roses pay attention
That what we call summer
Not just this look.
In relationships, what looks like a dead face:
A terrible look
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empty.
Oh seriously
Do you even have a quarter of sleep?
I can’t be alone
Who is the owner of all that destruction?
There are not enough balconies
There are not enough sailors
Without cold walls on which your eternal cheek rests
You don’t have a hot, half-flaccid penis in your hand right now;
The crows kiss.
Take this dream away from me:
White car playing the piano
It depends on its whiteness
The weight of the next sadness.
two.
A yellow light in a room.
This difficult scene
If it doesn’t end.
The trees around me are full of rain
Black grass slightly covering exposed armpits
Old newspapers going up the stairs
Butterflies are terrified because he breathed here one day
Take this moment from the heart of my heart
واطعنيها.
Advice abounds this day
How to smile at work
How to smile at home;
Failure covers the imagination.
Set three goals every day
Twenty minutes of planning and meditation.
Then I breathe as if someone touches a star for the first time;
Your compulsive anxiety is about to spread
To get to the belly of the river.
Even with dead water
Even with the mythical fragrance of this exuberant plant
Let your image sway.
So who said: crazy advisers crazy
Or blind lead?
Being honest you are not alone
Rather, with a ragged look;
With the rose that envies you for this amazing weakness;
With the soft arm out of bed
A distant night.
3.
This is not what I asked for
It is much less than what I imagined.
I was late for everything
Except for love
Consequently, I record my regrets
As if chatting
As if he did not speak well
As if i was in shock
They are my job.
Who will come back to me some days
It has all the part of my personality.
I got into poetry out of envy and jealousy
I arrived and then I stopped
To the dust floating in my eyes
No more.
This is not what I called
I don’t know where to go from here.
Lost
Spiral.
Enhancement
And you need another doll.
This is not a luxury
Nor abstinence
Not even wanting to stop
This is not an acknowledgment to anything or anyone
This is a hungry heart
Ventilation.
* England / Syria
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