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Muna Sep 2014
I cannot crawl out of here,
it's too deep, too dark, too steep

I move, like marionette,
if someone pulls the thread
Muna Sep 2014
Looking at unborn nation,
I'm staring  at other women's bellies,
you were in mine
you were breathing for me...

I'm crying for you, can you hear?
I'm calling your ungiven name,
holding empty air,
just come back, breathe for me...
Muna Aug 2014
I imagine,
with every stroke of the brush
i dust the wind off your lips
I imagine,
The wind will carry words ,
words ringing like bells.
I imagine,
When the bells ring,
it will be my call.

— The End —