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by Rania Jan 21, 2022
trembling nude in my pocket;
so brittle and insecure.
Disorted images of old faces
wearing metaphors like lace and glitter.
Poems soaked in woes
are such murky liars
that groan in black
like pastel white mist at dawn.
Oh, the sun must be full of pity,