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Skin of innonce
Skin of innonce
Skin of innocence
adultery in a garden of villages.
Where plants preach nature in pollution,
lovingly clashing colors
. coffins laid in mirrors.
My unveiling in my confidence, after life was the unknown.
that day I lost my breath.
lost my tongue.
I rained colors of metal, I stabbed myself in the bag
.Zip it all.
I was confused between two bridges,I looked south(down)on a verse tales of the worse signed a curse on.
I was of habits written in " sins but clean. Cohabitant"ed" heart beats an- examrooms.
Diaries in the membrane asks questions a lot of papers.
I thought I knew nature too.
Who was I going to be?
I am not Moses. I preach not, but allow me narration... I was a little brat. Perfecting my tools.
Sanding my imperfections in in a foundation of none existing brick.
Embracing a slummish home. Hugging on my soiled bricks.
Though i looked far uglier than a plot, I believe in a blank dream I was telling my story.
Mirrors couldn't term my existence.
....skin of innocence
Copyright © Tebogo Hlako | Year Posted 2017