- Long Numb Face -
Never smelled a love,
Not even from a thousand yards.
I hid it in the quiet part of me,
ashamed to see it on a paper,
yet I barely feel any guilt at all.
The sun is nearly gone,
and only the cold moon stays with me.
Not angry, not happy, not surprised—
just one long, numb face I can’t quite fix.
Here comes the wounded owl,
and the long, dull night waits for my surrender.
by Shamsaddin Amanov, 29/11/2025
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