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New Poetry by Rehan Qayoom

New Poetry by Rehan Qayoom

Years of research and a line of verse The paper detritus is left behind My pipe is full of butt-ends from the grate Fit them all in anywhere How much do you want of me? How much can you take? What do I have to do to win your emotions, or am I beyond redemption? *ני לעצמי, מה אני; ואם לא עכשיו, אימתאם אין אני לי, מי לי; וכשא This city fell a long time ago Taken (not by impercipiently…

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