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Jul 2016
We write our history with footsteps.

Blindly,
We rarely read in between the lines.
Hope is there,
Indelibly, invisibly, inked;
Blood red,
Between every page
of
pain & glory.


~ QB
Lev 17:11
Col 1:27
Qweyku
Written by
Qweyku  Wiase
(Wiase)   
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