Othman Marzoog Poems

Alack, where you sit not fit,
Laocoon cries Ophilia's life,
And she holds her prayers.
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As I feel the throbbing pain,
Let you enjoy the pleasure
And depression controls the senses.
Quite senseplegic body pain slaves the brain
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What! forgot where to start,
Here, we are going to part.
I told you, you can't understand,
It is not as you think, not in my hand.
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