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Honeycombs made of ugly documentarists' cries

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Thought I could put up
Some walls
To escape the maternal drain.
A wall to shelter me
-Or us - or them
From slumbers that are
Falling from the ceiling
Like bats
Or falling
Upon the people like a
Swarm of bees
(Pulling us up and smashing us down.)

I couldn’t even say
Habibi in a way that
Was acceptable to you –
Just as my dancing failed
To create triangular circles.

We used to walk
Those certain planes,
Used to call the delinquent
Narcissists foul flowers.

Feel the bees in your throat
Now. I hope they sting.
(The flat isn’t empty anymore)
Motivation from revenge
Is not needed. Be tasted
By their greedy little mouths –
Little mouths to pick you
To pieces as if you
Were living cotton candy
Instead of tarnished silver.

See how I can dance now:
A perfect circle.
"habibi" means I love you in Arabic.
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