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Her heart burns to ask.
To ask a single question.Everything in sepiashe doesn't want to see soHer lips seal shut with stiches.But God sends light as usualClose to her illusion she is pulled.With barriers visible and invisible.Through the glass she sees.Unreachable, intangible reality. 
A freakin tree in the ruku position in prayerand facing the kaabaa, the direction all muslims face in prayer.Gave me goosebumps man. Allahu akbar.
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