Leonell EchaNovember 22, 20221min490

Incomplete

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the thoughts taunt my sleep
the regrets of entering that room
where air held nothing to remember
I’m learning to carry the scar
of sharing smiles and time
of kissing with closed eyes
of eating, swallowing the spill
of giving words, meaning them
yours was a poem not to be written
an archipelago not to be visited

Tomide Abdul

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