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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘a dead leaf of a sick branch of a rotting tree’.

[text id: i am running out of metaphors / to hide this sickness in]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘you must burn.’

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excerpts from the script of ‘the heart beats for two’, written by fatima aamer bilal.

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[text id: i am a body that will always host the parasite of yearning.]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i wish to be the sun.’

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the exhaustion in existing and the hunger for heed’

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fatima aamer bilal, from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am your mould, but the shape of you is true absence, leaving me purposeless.’

[text id: and is this not treason? / my soul belongs far more to you than it does to me.]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the exhaustion in existing and the hunger for heed’

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the exhaustion in existing’.

[text id: the monster under your bed does not lurk, / it hides / from what you have become / a familiar specimen]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the exhaustion in existing’.

[text id: i was born at the altar / but i do not know what for / to be the butcher or the scapegoat? / this sacrifice can not be pure.]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s my body is a slaughterhouse.

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ’the exhaustion in existing’.

[text id: i am the whimpering bone, / and i am the axe that cuts through it.]

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fatima aamer bilal, from coffin heart? bury me.

[text id: a mad dog would be a far more gentle lover to the rocks being thrown at him. // how have i turned gentle love into such devastation? / such greediness? / i carry a coffin for a heart; everything i love must be buried.]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’

[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]

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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice’.