It is my shadow
that covers you
honey on your face
I lick your face
Kush
I am sad
Soba
am I that bad?
underneath the honey
lay your real name
Is it Sudan?
Is it the Sudan?
Or is it something else?
Kush...
Taha...
Why?
To the bricks of your ancient wall
I wail
I complain
I take my hat
I pull my hair
for you
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