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Watch out,
Watch out.
She said.
Discordant
these monsters about.
She said.
Pimp-fathers,
Paled their faces.
Creeping in dark spaces.
Like the Franken steins,
They tremble,
They walk they fall.
Shameful,
When hiding
in some covert holes.
Watch out,
Watch out.
She said.
And I ask?
What befall the scores
of Fatimas and Ghussoons?
Save hollow prayers.
Hollow cureless prayers.
To envision them descending
and bright the skies
and glowing their shining hairs.
Purple gowns glare
and piles, them belated gifts.
We wish they received,
In some a boring Eid.
Prayers,
Their haunting faces
may fade away.
Prayers,
Colossal gates
Of eternal gardens.
shall open that day,
just for them.
Hollow hollow prayers
and watch out!
Watch out.
She said.
Discordant
these monsters about.
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