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Marwa Arbani Poem
Dreptomani
Well, that´s all I ever wanted
Running away from what
Atelophobia
The Atelophobia that i own to myself
My dreams staffed in a shelf
Pleasing myself is my only wealth
Taking action in perfect stealth
Amathophobia
Cant handle my dreams becoming dust
Distractions and falling for lust
I hope I don't look back
And say ¨what a disgust¨
Reminding myself to trust
And Love the process and just
Breath as the mauvais fade into the rust
Habromania
Now honestly I´d rather die
Happiness is an illusion
Or maybe I am living in a confusion
One day when I get a taste of it
I will make a conclusion
One day I will feel it in profusion.
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Marwa Arbani Poem
Whispers
Words, feelings, warmth
Blue skies after a storm
Too Tired to perform
Too uncaring to even inform
Too patient on my own
Too burdensome, secrets never shown
Reserved to myself, unknown
Whispers
The look of life as it shines
After breaking chains
Memories like washed up stains
Some moments just remain
How can u call it healing
When all you do is forgetting names
Saudade running through my veins
Blue is my nepenthe
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