Damascene jasmine growing out of a bullet case

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I cannot write about Damascus, without the jasmine climbing on my fingers.

I cannot say Her name, without my mouth getting overcrowded with apricot drink, blackberries and quince.

I cannot remember Her, without a thousand doves land on the walls of my memories, and another thousand doves take off and fly. 

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