Forgotten tweets

I invite you

  In the form of hymns and songs

Whisper songs you never thought of (I didn't mean to miss you)

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Another world in memory

As the best stories

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I got confused on the way up to you

I sang songs in your name?

Then I go and have nothing

I say: maybe we will meet tomorrow

Or find a trace of you in the clouds shadows

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    In complete secrecy, I apologized to you, and because you declare that you are not there while I hear the sound of your steps walking between the lines of my poems, and because you are solitary in disguise, I scream in the form of hymns and whispered songs.

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scars

on the border

I left an incomplete poem

I hid it from the neighbors, the village, and the bullets

I forgot a notebook full of dreams

expected

And I will not return

You have grown up, gentlemen

Tell them, gentlemen

They still come to my pillow every night

They come with insomnia

And insomnia devours sleepiness

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on the border

which I did not resort to

Farewell to my childhood

I buried my life and walked away

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on the border

Everyone carries dust on their bodies

And I took care of them in carrying the wounds

I promised them I wouldn't be in pain

I was so tired they don't realize

I'm in my loneliness

I was hurt and cried

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on the border

My cigarette didn't go out

Even the sun has not set

Everyone was staring at her

And in her eyes

I saw Jasmine's sorrows

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on the border

It was a suspension bridge

it has been

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from behind the border

It hasn't come yet

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They are burdened with their grief

They are the ones who ask about the clouds

untimely

I know very well why they turn their faces towards the rain whenever it pours

Then they smile at the passers-by

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  Standing while the shadow revolves around him

He even got into the painting

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I paused a bit

I seem to be getting more desperate

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I don't know, maybe my leaves are starting to turn yellow and become thicker

He saw me as a lost tree from the oasis

I found all the things I was looking for

I didn't know at the time that she was ready to leave

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Through these letters, the path has been redrawn

But we are transient without shadow

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I loved you, madam

It's hard to bear this love in exile

You have two cuts on your shoulder

This is something that invites you to walk awake into the abyss

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You should get up and say something

Any word that makes you uproot your sadness

To become a bird you have to become more songs

And because alienation stalks you, it is a blue branch

To get the salty juice running inside you

Re-find the first step

Where I met you by chance

Because you are full of waiting

And only age has passed since I grew up

She erected a memorial to Weeping

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Distant things make you more nostalgic

To sink convoys of tow and then sink like lime

And you are in this ocean

Who pulled you out of the depths?

Don't leave it and be you

Do not cross the ruins as the wind does

And not with her

Then it becomes a sharp, haunting song

In order not to justify my existence

here i am

Delete my writing and send it again

for me

For me when I'm alone the most

Then we suffocate with passion