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I, was I ever whole without you? 

homeward, unscripted

our date is spun.

Beloved, there is no guise in me

no one and nothing in me

just the overarching dawn of time.

You took possession of my tongue

Irredeemable.

Now, i’m just syllables somewhere inside you

name?

I have none

title. Hayat  حياة 

sizeoil painting 120cm x 90cm

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