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FOR I ALWAYS COME BACK DOWN

it is not a sin to want to feel, everything, full and fervent. to feel the inside of my

head. the tips, of my fingers, blistered, silver-lined edges of my palate, somehow,

not enough. on their own, too benign, too blatantly refined. to become part of a

crowd, to acquire a temporary taste of reality, of overlooked horizons, its satin

folds I caress. undiscovered pleasures, saturated, rain drops. only to quench my

thirst. voluntary heightened madness, to which I was not born. the forbidden

fruit’s peeled back layers of the universe, I want to eat it whole. sweating,

stepping out of my own silence, into a world with sound. it is not a sin

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Talia Fatte

Talia Fatte is a final year architecture student at the American University of Beirut. She has always been a fan of art and literature, and of the design world. She sees writing as an important parallel to the visual expression of design, and as a form of art in itself.

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