
maputo
the ocean waves whisper to my naked feet
the ocean waves whisper to my naked feet
To escape from fire is to die by water.
Perhaps, you will discover what your daughters did with their bodies.
your dreams will collide/with deadlines
A few hours later, you were trying to rebuke grief. You smiled, leg-working, lori iro…
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