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god told me to be fluent in metaphors.
i wouldn't dare to offer you a flower, but i would plant a field of tulips near your house if you cherish them as much as i do.
i wouldn't dare claim that i'm consumed by rage every time someone shares the same air as you. instead, i would write a hundred prayers asking god to forgive them, for they have sinned.
i wouldn't make a move to capture your gaze, but i could weave prayers, asking for forgiveness for my lack of faith and for chanting your name like a sacred ritual.
you wouldn't know how deeply i long to be bathed in your gaze and embraced by your warm presence, as if it were my only solace. instead, you would find me immersed in the mysteries of the cosmos, crafting exquisite rhythmic cadences to conceal my heartbeat beneath thick layers of metaphors.
