Dawliah

My Stories

My Poetry

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  • I swear I've seen her face a million times,
    in crowded malls and winding movie lines:
    <100 words, 3 comments, September 30
  • She viewed it as a game:
    <100 words, September 28
  • Swings: that creaked when they swayed,
    A broken down slide, a corpse of amusement
    <100 words, 1 comment, September 11

My other items

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  • Este Amor Podrķa Matarme. at allpoetry
    is it in the way you touch my hair, twisting damp strands into finger-played curls:
    or how my lips match the rhythm of our hips, to wind, to grind, to love, to lift,
  • Abscond. at allpoetry
    On concrete floors, I've held your hand:
    in cold garage's we made our bed, and slept
  • Meretricious Mishap. at allpoetry
    I'd rather endure his fists, then sit here and be played:
    I'd rather my heart stop beating, then for it to break.

My journal entries

  • September 3, 200 words. Friends only.

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