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one of the beads from the wrist-band you gifted fell out just the way you fell out of love. now, i'm on the damp floor, sitting on the tea i burnt, licking the traces of your love: right over these turkish tiles where you first kissed me.
my body is stagnant. i live over the grave of someone else's dead body trying to loot some of heaven's fragrance for i was burned to charcoal before the day of judgement.
i never changed the light flickering in my bathroom. the demons vomit red allegations with me.
there was never a flower for a beggar. i have not been pardoned for being hungry. my love, my tears were not forgiven.
the angels have stopped visiting. the cherries are no longer sweet. the doves cry a melody to death.
this is my last letter to you, please, be kind to your lovers.
please do not forget palestine, sudan, congo, afghanistan, etc.
