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Beirut, My Birthmark
Beirut, my birthmark
What came with you, Beirut？
Bullets before my mother's milk
Beirut, you are under my skin, split bit by bit
You melt into sunset on blistered rooftops
It hurts to touch you, Beirut
You are a lesson I will never learn
It hurts to love you, Beirut
But I still knock at your door at 4:00 a.m.
With the neon lights in your neighborhood are dwindling
when the political chants in your square are soothed
I will stay outside your door
I know you will never open for me
Beirut, I kissed your cracked sidewalks
And slept huddled against your bullet ridden walls
You and I, it's a love story for the books
Dima Mikayel Matta
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