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Galatea of the Spheres

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Salma Maref

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Toward oblivion,

let not the mirrored notion

seep into a path but hers,

the map of time:

“impalpable”

before this genesis.

Assembling codes of existence,

a muse,

a surrealist,

frothy silence

and packages of romanticism,

to be traversed.

Beneath the eyelids

lain a destination,

and upon these curls,

the brush will ultimately learn

how to adore,

across the orbs…

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Reflections on ends

مأمون الزائدي

Lame times

زكري العزابي

My family and friends in Libya did not die in vain

محمد المصراتي

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