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My Mother Tongue shakes the balance of your state, My Women scare your men into slate, My Mountains have helplessly observed our fates As seasons pass and winters press, and foundations shake. A people whom you’ve never seen Are born with wings to fly over the scene Of blood and bodies of the badly betrayed [...]

loss; and all her friends

your absence is a silent thunderstorm that suffocates me back to life, an all-encompassing feeling of nothing.  a body piercing shriek in an empty walkway of thoughts, your death is  tears to my soul, shreds in my heart, beatings to my chest. it’s everything and nothing but  an empty letter addressed to a fleeting moment. [...]