unwritten Zaïnab El Meziani Edited by Nabiha Qureshi my words i speak them and sing all of mei breathe them with suffocating lungsi stand in the middle of nowhere and write themi then break them and hide them under a sad sunsetand all of the sepultures could never paint my agony
when i bury my soul in the fearful woodsi become the child of rhymes that have never beeni am now death behind the eyes of paini dance alone in the darkness of silent nightsfeeling the truths of my prosaic drawingstasting the bitterness of this void once so sweet
silence, speakspeak for my blood is coldspeak for my heart is a lieand my lungs are smokeand i cannot leave my words to the suni need to see featherswriting my songsi need to feel your sighti need to be

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