Today, my wings remind me of Africa, of how she would curl Up her birdikins in lonely colours. My eyes running through the four Walls of her pigeonhole, her father’s Angels, wrapped in China Pink’s glitters. Africa made me, yes Africa made me Like the Adobe Lily in her holy Oasis Salty waters flow from […]
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