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The Hungry Letter

Drops of pain
Stole the smile
In silent space.
I Stand at the gate
When I lose myself
In my abandoned trail.
Its darkness is a chant of oblivion.
A life stolen by experiences.
Why living
When Living with dreams is like dying with pain.
Farness and nearness became similar to me
By the fusion of pain splinters.
Where are you then, myself?
You wasted my ink and papers
Therefore, my alienation began.
Your will and mine led us
to the edge of the hungry letter.
About my despondency,
I write with the nectar of injustice
Pouring pain
A Toast to loss
In glasses of empty meaningless days.
Drunk, the tips of my feathers are.
From the spell of morning
And throaty night, I see it.
It climbed
strings of interpretation
And fell in shrine of desire for torture.
Whenever heads are up
By the whip,
Torment makes them prostrate again.

@Larbi Houmaidi

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