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Aug 24
Goats graze my heart,
rustling in its fields
fish circle, nibbling at
the remains, while birds
warble and nest
inside my ribs
stars twinkle
in my orbs,
and i pour my blue
into the rivers because
i am fertile enough
to become a refuge for
every hunger, but men.
Zahra
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Zahra
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