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Sep 2018
I've spent a
night with you,
a night where
hours fled at
cryptic speeds
and the earth
stopped turning
on its axis
because of the
***.

But lately
my hands spend
their nights
waving you back
into existence;
lately I've been
cracked open by
the fingeres you
used to trace my
***.

Lately,
all the nights
become one and
I scream whispers
of your name;
Lately you have
been in my throat,
again, and I cannot
swallow.
I am an ****** era.
Keisha Felix
Written by
Keisha Felix  20/F/South Africa
(20/F/South Africa)   
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