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Poems of the Stone - Lesson of the Outing

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As this city was authorized to go out
I swallowed the streets that I swallowed
She asked in front of her
The sea is only a large pan
Passers-by are distributed in the arenas
As short thumbs
And those who left the dressing rooms
They got out of it
Anonymous
It was a losing face-swapping game
And there was the animal itself
The original grandpa
He reminds everyone
I was the male left at the cafe door
Who gave me coffee without a name
In a plastic cup
I walked on the Corniche
With me and beside me
That third
That definitely came out
From the ruin land
Occurred
From the sidewalk
Raouche rock
And the opposite restaurant
I left my name on the streets
And on the harbor
And on the transients
Mostly who
They went out without their names
It started like that dupe picnic
I kept indifferently my mask
Rooftop
Blinded by several signs
In various languages
Above villa tiles
Which was not real
Over the heads of transients
Who diverge on sidewalks
They have crippled their masks
They threw me away
I am now the severed head
For the rest of the city
I am also the first muzzle
Which is imprinted as the truth
And the original virus
I promise a word
With a plastic cup
A face in a dish
Perhaps a mistake
I have my name and my sleeve
On my face, which I lose
At play

When the city was authorized to return
The sea remained just a large pan
Who got out of the dressing room
They remain unknown
The outing
And still in half
Not in front of bakeries
Only a crystal cup
Draw on a plate
And my signature on the Raouche rock

© 2020 Hafiz Muhammad Adnan

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