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Apr 2017
II
my pregnant wife sleeps in the heat of the afternoon
dead moths crumble on the office window sill
its a silent hot day;
perfect for strange memories
to come & pay a visit
like when me & her
drew blood from each others fingertips
& gave vows
in the ears of the kingdom
& the pit
never knowing the consequences
for she was hopeful
& i was drunk
we stand together today
with those vows
recognized by the cosmos
praying day & night
failing day & night
falling short
forever

together.



© tobiaskinti
tobias kinti
Written by
tobias kinti  25/M/gambia
(25/M/gambia)   
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