We are bloodlets in every breath,
footsteps, regretfully,
the spinster soul leaks,
grows cold with no home spum from a millenia,
of ghosts slowly treading infinity,
waiting to be born, and breathing
and receding into memory again.
Stanley Mungai.
footsteps, regretfully,
the spinster soul leaks,
grows cold with no home spum from a millenia,
of ghosts slowly treading infinity,
waiting to be born, and breathing
and receding into memory again.
Stanley Mungai.
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