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fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: you mistook my graveyard heart for a city of flowers. / my dear, i’m sorry, i didn’t tell you, there’s no home six feet below the ground.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: her eyes were always teary. / oh, how can anyone ever be so scared to blink?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: please be kind to me, dear self.]
fatima aamer bilal, from wounding is also touch.
[text id: this house is haunted by its owner, no wonder why nobody stays.]
fatima aamer bilal, from delusion is a prayer.
[text id: i feel so full of emptiness.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: mothers don’t bruise, they somehow open wounds they once tried to heal.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: july 29. if i am a sunflower, as you say, would you be my sun?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: if i were a poet, would you be my poetry?]
fatima aamer bilal, from wounding is also touch.
[text id: i am in a slaughterhouse with my head on the altar.]
fatima aamer bilal, from track 23: pathetic pleaser.
[text id: july 30. my home is cold and it's turning into dust.]
fatima aamer bilal, from but what if?
[text id: i push myself away from you as if i am a burden, but what if i really am?]
fatima aamer bilal, from delusion is a prayer.
[text id: what am i doing being this tired at my age?]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: august is wounded with longing.]
fatima aamer bilal, from wounding is also touch.
[text id: i am so sorry for the way i injured you when i was trying to disarm the weapon bearer in me.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: i think the touch of your hand would make me feel like the waves in the ocean if jupiter were the moon, and there's a tide in me aching for one last crash.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘the moon of everything, always the sweetest.’
[text id: sweet saturn. sweeter titan.]
fatima aamer bilal, from even flesh eaters don’t want me.
[text id: i read ‘you see the world differently when you're in love.’ / it's on fire.]
fatima aamer bilal, from i am the menace in my head (birthdays are for crying).
[text id: what is it about the month of your bloom, wilting you to your last breath?]
fatima aamer bilal, from weeping flesh above the ground.
[text id: your name has always been on the tip of my tongue, maybe this is why i choke every time i try to speak / or even breathe.]
fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky.
[text id: some days, i just want to dissolve in water and disappear.]