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black coffee

i want to write poetry

crucified

while superman saves new york

apu's run

at least the sunset is

marina

my favourite things

this landscape i call home

changes

after the bombs

i dreamt you died

no smell of ash

leave us our hills

clear, cool, pool

the promised land

i. will not. floss

in your language

these hands

hawi lo par (in the library)