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Torn Poster




You stare at me
From that torn poster
Like the protagonist of
Some sad Palestinian film

Your eyes, a blaze of
Rebellion, your still breath
Glazing all fear
Striping everything away
Making me swear

The impossibility of my
Love for you never
Stuck me till it was
Too late in the day

I keep replaying
In my mind, like
A broken record set on fire,
All scenarios and solution
To this quagmire

Unrequited love, you once
Said was too much
To bear, now that
I am here I see what you meant

You wrote letters of love
But they were never addressed
To me, The man who got them
Set them ablaze even
Before he read the tears

Gazelles and dogged mirrors
All lie broken at the feet
Of an imagined world, even as

You stare at me
From that torn poster

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