by Rania Moallem   Jul 21, 2020

Find me.

In dim corners
where I'm carving stars
to warm the lone shadows passing by..

Perhaps I receive your sour visit
with treacly words
that drool with sentiments
from the bottom of my sore tongue.

I've elated your dark absence
and licked your toxins
to the last pinch of salt.

and you,
don't exist anymore.


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