The Pretty Papers Section
dithers and bumstead trying to vote who gets to hold the gun and who gets to sleep on the other’s watch— where’s Blondie     she’s outside talking with the neighbors through the fence     as always asking     where’s the children— someone says they seen them take flight     turned to black birds wearing tee shirts printed Black Lives Matter Black Lives Matter     and diners run from the restaurant failing to  pay— a shining head drops from the sky.  
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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وردةٌ قبِيحة
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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