.I was born in the triangular skull
they cracked my crust
pulled me into the dust.
I was raised under the apricot tree
orange pupils hanging over, watching me.
I was conceived on the hissing cot,
it pocked my body with navel knots.
I was laid down in a bed of barbed wire.
Oran.
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