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Jan 11
In the quest for the existential
need of nuturing oneself

we dangle in the jungle
by burning candles

it is a super humane thing
drawing ink from another

Secret leaks from
a writer's pen

for we were blind

even keeping
the true devil in mind

sacred to ourselves
as we trip by default
over our own thin lines.
It is good to acknowledge
in reference
A poet who inspired.
Written by
Khoi  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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