He hid my jacket,
My cloak
My hopes for a dream that once was foretold
He kissed my throat
My groans
My burnt out feet in a wet tiled floor
He sang my song
My home
My two great mountains in a fold and a groan
He dug my heart
My tears
My six feet fears in a no go zone
He held my arm
My mirror
My only single reason for the bad day gone
He had my flock
My door
My lost little finger in a sugar laced coat
I moan.
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Eureka Park, Lusaka
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