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There is no lasting peace

There is no lasting peace, just days like this…

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My children tickle me to laughter

My children tickle me to laughter, tricking the famine in our bellies…

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Through the louvers I see Joy

Through the louvers I see Joy. Was it only last night…

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When we lost language

When we lost language we all went blind….

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Calabash meets muslin

Calabash meets muslin & the water of the first cools the other…for a time. Muslin wants soaking, turns calabash upside: hollow & dry.

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