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Nov 2019
what is solitude?
a cocoon of iridescent
paintings of oil on bulletproof walls
mama’s warm embrace in fetal form

a prison of darkness
where no one knows your face
where reflections are only imagined
where hands are far from reach
and reality is...

a place where beauty is created
creation is sentence
and sentence is desolation

childbed
♾
Hakiim
Written by
Hakiim  22/M/Ferguson
(22/M/Ferguson)   
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   Eilo and BR Dragos
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