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الواد الجمال - فاطمة عيد

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Well the night wore a raincoat and silence lost the fight
My guardian angel tipped his hat and said, “I’ll be back tonight”
He folded up his wings like maps and fluttered for a laugh
Said “There’s a corner store on Eighth - I’ll grab a pack and a half”
The oak tree cleared his throat, the alley took a drag
By the time the moon came down to check my mailbox, he was lagged

My guardian angel went out for cigarettes and never came back
Left his halo in the ashtray, his footprints on the track
The fog wrote his name on the window and the morning kept it black
My guardian angel went out for cigarettes and never came back

The bartender wiped his hands and hummed a hymn of spare change
The piano played like someone tryin’ to remember his own name
I asked the moon just for a witness, blinked like an old man’s eye
Said “He lit a match, said ‘Be right back,’ then shuffled off to die”
Not of fire or of fever, just of something small and sly
Like a promise with a hole in it where the moon slips through and flies

My guardian angel went out for cigarettes and never came back
Left his halo in the gutter, his polaroids in my pack
The city ate his shadow, coughed it up in a railroad stack
My guardian angel went out for cigarettes and never came back

I went down to the corner where the saints pawn their shoes
There was a policeman prayin’, a child wishin’ blues
A preacher sold me forgiveness for two coins and a snack
But his ledger said, “No returns” - angel left without his hat

I found his lighter in a puddle, the brass all bent and polite
It clicked like a tiny chapel, tried to make the darkness right
There was a lipstick on the jukebox, a ticket in the cat’s cold lap
A little note in the battered hat that read, “Don’t wait - don’t nap”
Maybe he just stepped out for a smoke, maybe he went to test the sky
Maybe angels like the taste of trouble when the day turns sideways dry

My guardian angel went out for cigarettes and never came back
Left a trail of blue confetti like a goddamn railroad track
There’s a hole where my halo oughta be, and a matchbox with his lack
My guardian angel went out for cigarettes and never came back

So I light my own small candle, watch the smoke curl and rise
If he’s playin’ cards with sinners or teachin’ rooftops to improvise
Tell him keep the change and tell him don’t go thinkin’ that I lack
If he swings by on a Sunday, tell him bring a pack - and bring it back

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فاطمه عيد _ يا حلاوة شبكتى ❤

فاطمه عيد _ هاتوا عريسنا هاتوا

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فاطمه عيد _ يا حلاوة شبكتى ❤

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