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The sun began to set, from my crown to the edge of my left ear. The sky lit up like a young flame. / “Mum, why not? Patty is out there, waiting. Mum…” / The blood’s red / The blood’s red / Boiled in fates laugh / “… I know what you’re going to say. I’m a Afghani girl. I’ve got culture, but I know it!” / Sweet wrinkle / Sweet wrinkles / Decay my frowning face / “…I pray, I sing, dance, cook, sort…