A Daily Self-indulgent Postcolonial/Feminist/Poetry-in-Progress/Culture Blog
Empty script,
an empty score
the words are licked
till there can’t be more.
Transcendent tasks
constants depart
trials unmask,
breath beats, battles heart.
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