A sweet dish,

cardinal drinks,

some pancakes and buttermilk

the gratitude in my child’s eyes,

the innocent clown; a child inhabited with antique voices;

a window on a brighter light,

my seven sins, my lust

and how I surfeited on almost everything,

all my actions that ended in -holic were finally at peace.


A poem written by Jamila Ouriour


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