Two sides to each of our stories,
Basically, that's four equal sides,
Perfectly, like Spongebob's pants,
Unlike the yellow guy, it's smiles,
That disguised, dark soul of yours,
A story in dark ink, full of worries,
Smiles hid behind narrations, wars,
We both stayed in our own corners,
Leaning, long, straightening edges,
We made a circle out of the corners,
Erased a small line, then out escapes,
Luck finding another corner of yours!
"Corners"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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I was once as clean as a newly hatched chic's beak, but you turned me into hell's doormat. Misery's doorbell on pain's bunke... -
Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...
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An all wrapping book. Our fore-fathers named it "Life". Well, we adopted the same name and so, we also call it "Life". A...
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