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Handmade27 september 2023
Inquisition
Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
27 september 2023
Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.