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BLENDED

I write this as a dead man

For I have no value on earth

There is only one thing that matters

Either you adore me or loathe me

For I have died and seen you all

Not even one seems to love me

I have roamed over the earth far and wide 

I have see the people who acted ingenuity 

I have died again in my nightmares 

I have only been able to deal with those I love 

But I have...

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love is dead

I'm to leave now

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By: Ali Taha Alnobani

I'm to leave now

A tall ghost is carrying my bag

A long street is walking behind me

A mad merchant bought my smiles

And no water to renew the dusk

I can't have my step begun

Even if the rain washed my tears

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I'm to leave now

Can I have a deep look at your eyes?

Can I take my dreams, your smile

And my dried red rose?

...

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LOVE IS DEAD

 

LOVE IS DEAD

 

So it is time, love is dead, I have no girl only desolate loneliness

spreading out inside me, sadness leaving tears beyond belief

in this dark hour of my blackness. Mental instability threatens

my very existence, brings trauma and flashbacks, past into focus,

fight as I might. Breaking down to cry in anger at my own loneliness,

find a knife in my...

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