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A desire it was, hunger i thought would know no satisfaction, an organ racing within, bombarded with yearnings for more, where reasons and logic failed faith began that my eyes capturing all it could didn’t know, only desperate to tell a bitter story

What if…

this is outside the page of the author, maybe creating different chapters, whispers of Lauren trying to quench the fire, telling about something it doesn’t know, just a push the candle goes off, a waist too stiff to bend and pick up the match box,

Every bone

frozen like an ice, movement halted by a committee too difficult to control, wrapped away in a thick, black, blanket under a cassava plantation


the voice of passion prevailed over her government, shutting her up completely, positive vibes rekindled, brightness pulling away darkness. A process it is and will grow from infancy to adulthood, time will tell how beautiful it will be…

Published by amadimira

I'm poet A creative content creator I motivate I Inkspire 🔥

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