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and seek shade in your light.

I, the homeless one, dwell in your home. Since coming out of you, I drift through the quarters of memory, wandering aimlessly like a shepherd who’s lost his sheep.

I am the one who no longer has a homeland, only papers and words. I am the one who no longer has a bed

BANIPAL 43 – SPRING 2012 31

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