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Ghazal 19 At every step I am closer only to knowing the distance as fast as I run the desert runs on The moon is loneliness and churning flames a shadow facing the rising smoke My blisters have bled across the desert my path is lit like pearls on skin Because of you the bottle reflects every color I am the one who has tasted each one From my eye a fire bleeds what it has seen the earth and dry leaves of the garden are lit |