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by Rania Moallem   Aug 8, 2020


Inspecting my skin like mad,
searching for a source of pain.

There are no bruises
but those life tissues ache;
they prickle with horror
deep within.

I can't find a trace of scars;
but I'm so full of havoc,
so full of Beirut.

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  • 2 months ago

    by Lindsay

    I love the way you wrote this. It could be interpreted many different ways.
    My favorite part "but those life tissues ache; they prickle with horror deep within."

  • 2 months ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Oh my.... all the love to you, this is beyond heart-wrenching :(

  • 2 months ago

    by Star

    this hits hard <3

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