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Fingers It’s
the foundation Of
my fingers Which
practicing me Towards
the absolute capacity (And
luring you all away!) … I
declare myself With
fingers That
represent my lips So Come
and gather around me: Rise
up (There;
you will never happen!) Hence I
am exhilarating Through
my Pearl And My
teeth (One
jump and I’ll be you all!) Now I’m
racing my lust, Opening
my stature, Game
by game. I’m
advancing -With
fallen feet- Sneaking
to My
fingers Which Envelop
me To start
Just
one luxury.
Baghdad 1990 Traductor: Salam Naji |
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