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Behind the hill

Saja Abdulreda

There was a house behind the hill
They say it was haunted
By human beings
They were alive unlike the child
The mother of two killed
She didn’t need to hide
Because no one knew
What happened that night
I didn’t need a body to touch you
To warm and cool you
You got rid of me
You closed your eyes
Hoping I run away
And your bullets don’t reach me
But my blood reached your upper lip
You didn’t know
I closed my eyes too
Someone lost their life
Another his mind
We thought with my death
Both of us could
Get rid of their problems
Now I stand on your front porch line
I didn’t use my thin legs this time
You stand on the edge of my lips
I can’t let you in
I can’t spit you out.

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