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keni Apr 2021
Gia
how to be wanted
like
curves sculpted by an artist
a lover with a paint brush
wondering what goes wrong by sunrise
a stroke with your hand
the air so fine and heavy
as our breaths pace and dogs bark
the fence behide us
if the eyes of someone struggling to understand
how to be loved.
Drink water
:)
keni Apr 2021
Moonrise and sunrise
Their ubiquitous presence
in war  
in festivals
It's rage and it's freedom
to control and be controlled
no place to hide
a place to look
and you are in love with venus
across your heart and though your mind
but tell the god
you are the god.
keni Feb 2021
To be quite honest I don’t know.
I have no apples for tomorrow
I am the pillow of my friends
And the willow for the pests
I am the chipped nail on my left hand
And I don’t clean under my bed
I don’t want you to see me
And I don’t want you to hear me
I just need to know everything about me
To be

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