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Rumi was so gay. That's why he's cool, ya dorks!

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I Called My Friend (for Shams)

A:
i called my friend
he… didn’t answer,
i…
think we’re a go
(i think) he’s gone
from seeker to God-mode

B:
i guess i can learn to live like this
i guess i can learn to like this
like this
like this

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Shams on the rooftop
callin
the moon shining bright
i see his meat sword dangling
i don’t think he’s looking for a fight
tonight he just wants to hold me
and express
God between friends
and the bosom of a man is so opulent
when you shrug off the terse edicts
of the church


meme-ing your playthings
fun was radical to you
let me turn up my nose
at the buffet…
there’s only 3 kinds of stew?
shooot…
guess you ain’t heard of vegas
you’d probably scoff at their tassels
why use those to cover up?
the air is still free
it’s the walls that make castles
they’re just political lines
of lies anyway
those never drank enough wine
to ready their throats
for truth so hot that it burns

still red in the shade
turn to face me
touch your eye
i ask is it wet
you nod, touch my chin
as without so within
we’ve reached the end
so now it’s finally time
to begin
look again
what do you see
if you still think you know
then you don’t recognize me

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