He gave me,
His darkness, blindness,
Coldness, aging and
Longing never ruthless,
In eleven poems and stanza
Gave me bitterness,
And salty taste
Never erased even by –
"Habiba's Sweets"
Gave me
His bad habits:
Poems without rhyme,
A pen, remember nothing
But his name, and a few sterile letters
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