Zara Medugu Casts Her Mind Back In Poetry, "We Came, We Saw"
I stare at her eyes Clouded with conjunctivitis and worry The lines on her face are deeper now, collecting dust from the compound Her clothes hang loose Her...
I stare at her eyes Clouded with conjunctivitis and worry The lines on her face are deeper now, collecting dust from the compound Her clothes hang loose Her...
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