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.
It was something in the horizon,Not clearly seen, but it was white.I came closer, as the moon watched with sighs of repentance.I reached it...
I will not be caught, by you or anyone.This time,I've become abstract, and grimeAs my secretely heavy feeling I will not be haunted, by...
The first sin is being begotten, And the last is meeting me.   When it is time for an age to be forgotten, When it is time for joy to...
On Christmas eve, some think of dreams they couldn't achieve. Others, celebrate with mischief to deceive the grief.   But he just sat,...

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