Our skin may not touch
And our lips may avoid the others name
And Our brains may force us to stay within our lane
But in the inner vessels of my heart
I know
It beats to your name
Honne. Intinn fíor. Nia ya kweli. All different languages, yet all still the same.
Thursday, June 21, 2018
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