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A Request After Refaat Alareer If I am going to die, let it be a clean death. No rubble over my corpse, no broken dishes or glasses, and not many cuts in my head or chest. Leave my ironed untouched jackets and pants in the closet, so I may wear some of them again at the funeral.
Forest of Noise: Poems
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