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Memorabilia

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 © Z. Azzabi

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Spinsters in the shade

Pulling the strings of each others’ speech

Spinning shadow to shadow

Ash to ash

and hollow good grief

While men, passing by, watch them in sorrow

Release from under their moustaches

A sad smile

Words hanged from the neck

with a bloodstained thread

Kick there bucket

Sway.. dangling silently

Completely dead

Put your sins into my bag, I can carry more

All of them, those sins we grew together

And watched, impatiently, to be mature

In a hostile world, full of nasty virtues

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