poems by Hibah Shabkhez
Under the Skin Would I fain not peel these subterfuges Neatly, like a banana’s yellow shell Off these your eyes locked in a forced slumber?
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Under the Skin Would I fain not peel these subterfuges Neatly, like a banana’s yellow shell Off these your eyes locked in a forced slumber?