Mar 2018
When the hour comes.
when I do not exist in the now.
Hold my body tight.
And feel one with the coldness.
because that's the last
you will ever get to take from me.
when I do not exist in the now.
Hold my body tight.
And feel one with the coldness.
because that's the last
you will ever get to take from me.
(from Uganda)
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