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a jar of love

I wish
I could visit the grocer
and
find between
the peanut butter
and the fruits jams
a jar of love.

I wish I could
open my cupboard
and seize it
to take my daily
ration.

I wish I could
open the jar
spread some love
on your toasted body
and see on you
what I’ve never seen
in you.

Lazhar Ichir

A man. A poet. A traveller. Passionate about the human kind, the world and the words, he finds himself connecting them all, or at least trying. Born in Paris, lived in London and travelling around the world, he is a man belonging to nowhere, to no one. Living in the terror of being understood, he does not travel alone, loneliness follows him.

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Dani
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I like your imagination. And the poem. Cheers!

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