Flicker
May 06, 2021
1 minute
a poem by Mbabazi O. 17 | Ontario
October was Unity,and it bled into November.But the aimless dreaming and countless nightsdid not allow for writing.So then, December was solitude,and letters bounced back and forth between the wallsof my mind and my room,alive.
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