The memory of my bones itching
To poke holes through my skin
Eats away at the inside of my lungs
And carves the outside of my skull
Till it becomes paper thin
And my mind explodes into
A supernova of memories
The memory of your skin
Meeting mine with the pull of a black hole
The memory of my past self
Walking on clouds
And shining with the warmth of the sun
And the memory of unknown happiness
Breaking through every layer of insanity
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TEXT: HANAA AL MANSOORI
ART: ANGIE ABBAS