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Articles tagged "Chechnyan Literature"

Black Lips

Listen You who chew on my solitude with your televisions on You who attend my funeral every morning to light a candle Listen I will drive a verb into your eyes I will plant a beat in your chests I don’t have a cent in my heart or smooth talk and epithets hidden in my pocket I scatter my beauty on concrete streets I dip my hands in poets’ blood I write everything in 9 mm caliber There’s no one for me to respect A twenty-one-year-old Muslim punk I bear...
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