Meet me nowhere,
Wander feeds my soul,
Without Ink, write shit down,
With a sip, swallow down satan,
These pieces of longing, rain all day,
Velvet melodies, driblets of poetry.
"Poetic Temptation"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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