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Monday, January 30, 2012

The Weepers

The weeping of lovers crowds us
Inside the island of despair,
Forming weeds and algae of beauty,
Internal collisions desire us.
Potions bind their love with our
Throats that dry everyday.
Squirt anger at the beasts of fire,
As they squirt the blood in the veins.
Open the gateways of death,
Internal mysteries ally with us.
The wept diamonds sparkle
As the eyes made me one,
Like special worry of containers
Filled by the chastity of men and women
Who seek pleasures and damage.
The weeping of love ingrains in us
The heat, through and through.
Naveed Akram
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