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١٦] untitled departures
there's a riddle
I haven't yet solved
why does it feel like
I leave myself behind
in lonely airports
every time I reach
a terminal or a gate
like the beginning
left before I saw her
and tomorrows began
without delays
it's all too familiar
and suffocatingly apart
these untitled departures
from one part of my soul
to another in haste
• • •
— Jasmin A.
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Of Snowflakes And Flames
Poesía• p o e t r y • "she dreamt of her words finding their homes on many bookshelves around the world, and so - she wrote of both snowflakes and flames."
