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Somebody is looking at us
Rebellion
Migration
Portret
Object
Black and white
Cloudes
That who I was, is not you?
What glazed your eyes with sadness,
and peppered your face with ash?
Oh "Ali Rashid", I wish I could go back
a handful of years prior to
That moment.
Replacing ages with what I had been.
But I have to mend the scene,
cropping my own sins which swap
Doubt with faith.
To prevent the war from chewing
my years again, or the foreignness
that fashions me with its grim, alienated
Dress-eating up what 's left of time
Alienation
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