saxe fist



like a tributary rising to dawn


how the wine have the senses thirsty

I am all too familiar how the body prays

like martyrs erased from their death

a life full of promised wildflowers

the world needs me

don’t be afraid to touch me where it hurts

Sheridan Walter

Sluit aan by die Gesprek

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