Poems from BenayadOussama

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An old-fashioned poet in a contemporary world. Too narcissistic to love you. Too altruistic to love myself.
May the stars explode, and the sun grow red; May my thoughts get imbodied and turn around my bed; Nothing will change, I will still love...
"The terrestrical globe is quaking, it weeps, it yowls! It is about to fall! I think, I am dying!" I falter "Everything has become...
  You must have stolen some fireflies To have such eyes, full of light And life, and devoid of lies. That hair you have, wavy and limitless...
I am the fake hope that flies upon the syrian skies. I am the darkness in every corner of this poem And every corner, is full of lies. I am...
An evening rises like a salsa dancer;A soul feels confined in its box-like corps. The moonlight sweeps the shadows of life,Like cancerWhile...

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