The Check - Poem by Hakeem Rahim
The death-threat of love,
folded neatly in an envelop.
Left wind and left field and left at altars
a sacrifice to dead virgins
Flowers placed in vases
Half of a spirit encircled by catacorner rooms
I danced around this moment for years,
this day is hear.
pardon me if I could not listen to my soul.
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