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Damn This shit hurting

My heart is not made for promiscuity

I am a worker Was I not made to love? I refuse to love my work Its purpose is for this dunya Allow me to get lost in her soul

Creation’s imperfection is the Divine’s perfection

The moon a forever reminder We are nothing Bound to annihilate Two drops to return to the ocean of love You or I Only One

I’m searching for You You gave me a taste A sweet wine What is my state Is that Layla Shukr is the state Take me back

Ya Layla Ya Wadud A gift I can’t understand Tears that will pass Blessed with loss The gift of an empty heart

I was lost I saw her face I’m still lost Anyone got maps?

Who are you? Human I’m just a man Woven in your locks

Putting the vape down tonight, taking the miswak out

Layla robbed me of my reason How can the mad be accountable Cast me, if that by Thy Will My love But a spark of your eternal flame

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Everything matters Look at the stars Nothing matters Everything matters

Allah veils some to the lowly reality of the dunya. Him chasing the world, weaves tapestry but never sees its beauty.

So much suffering had been endured. May God endear the hearts of the enemy to Truth, and may He destroy the heartless.

My tongue displays a grand dance A shadow, empty performance Let there be a glimpse sincere A heedless show entertaining none O Bestower, set me alight The fuel my poverty The flame Your Might I’ve broken my vow Again

Skipped steps for love Gave you deeper than I knew I had More meaning, less visible Divine loves rests in the depths I don’t want to dive alone If only you knew the pearls below

The web Beauty to the observer Purpose to the constructor Sign to The Divine

So many paths Beauty in so many The beats Trying to find the vibrations Plucking the heart Surf the waves

Fleeting Refining Running