exile
He said what terrified him
most was intimacy.
The sidewalks muddled by rain.
His mother and father were not
here in Paris.
So I comforted him with rain.
Anyway, he was glad to be
far from them.
We walked deeper into the rain.
I remember when the police
called his home.
Did it rain that day in Beirut?
Come get your
son the faggot
The rain threw itself into the sea.
Nights came in jail, but no father came
to save him.
His mother was the rain.
Beirut gives you everything but the
price is expensive.
Paris just gives you rain.
The bus driver did not see
our wet shoes.
The rain would not let go of the window.
exile
He said what terrified him
most was intimacy.
The sidewalks muddled by rain.
His mother and father were not
here in Paris.
So I comforted him with rain.
Anyway, he was glad to be
far from them.
We walked deeper into the rain.
I remember when the police
called his home.
Did it rain that day in Beirut?
Come get your
son the faggot
The rain threw itself into the sea.
Nights came in jail, but no father came
to save him.
His mother was the rain.
Beirut gives you everything but the
price is expensive.
Paris just gives you rain.
The bus driver did not see
our wet shoes.
The rain would not let go of the window.
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