Caven

The absence of flames rips my chest off
Like a dark cave craving for a torch,
In it, a heart-formed obsidian,
Clinging to the cold
In timelessness,
While lacks and wants
Battle to grant drum and rum,
The flames of haram, burning in emptiness.

Benyamin Bensalah

12.01.2019

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