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Ghazal 32 She walks an arrow shot from tightness yet men have fought to rest with her Every word she wants to cut my tongue as if she alone should speak aloud What the hell am I talking about here I hope to god no one understands it An immortal led mortals to believe they were too if no god can help us who then will guide us Only at the end of all expectations can one love all love |