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She collects my tears and drinks them down
Invites the demons to the ground
"go haunt my daughter, hear the sound
She makes when she's in pain..."
She cut my skin with words and knives
Took out my heart and stole my life
She'll do anything to see me cry
And loves my brothers more than I
Say ,"are you crazy?! She's your mom!"
"Appreciate all the things she's done!"
And as you speak, we're right here waiting
Each for the other to be gone.
Lara Houssami
1-28-2019
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Nephophilia
Poetry'Nephophilia' is the love for clouds. Clouds may seem ordinary for some people, but they aren't ordinary at all for me, and it is obvious for most of my poems have mentions of clouds in them.
