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like a charnel house

clean on the surface

black on the inside

I feel like shutting

everything down;

from a hundred years to the next

bones will pile up

within them shards of

my fraudulence


and within me splinters of



pierce friendships

are lost

I cannot see beyond

what I am not.


(c) 2009 park rose/lizardrinking


For: Sudqi Ziad Mahmoud al-Absi (4), Rafah

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