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Unpacking the Life of a Poet
I didn’t always have these roots,
There were years that
My hands were kites
And anywhere I laid my head was my home.
And suitcases were not anomalous
And freedom wasn’t a forced prayer in school.
I didn't always have these roots,
There were moments that
Spread across forever
And made time stand still.
And what I could carry was always enough.
I didn't a...
Tuesday 13th August 2024 4:21 pm
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