my heartbeat is exposed
Keya,
in the form of you growing up
raw, round nervous cells
under the sticky wet
as you fly from lusting hands
of family to those of forty thousand ayahs.
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A world is built with each brick. All consuming and ever so fleeting, like brimstone.
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Motherhood is becoming to u! :)
Motherhood is becoming to u! :)
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