Glissade

After the ambush you still hear whispers of his songs

I may say I tried the best I could to stifle an instinct But the quiet invitation of your transparent gown…

He struts in front of us, clutching his bible under one arm and beating the air with his other hand. He tells us not to be weary, that in due season we will reap the rewards of our faith. Amid the gathering, three people pump their fists in the air. Yes, lord! Tell them, sir! …

“If I marry, the person must accept that this is part of my bride price.”

Everything was planned. She had forced death’s hand to travel from left to right.

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