Thu, 12/07/2017 - 23:50 -- bbelluh

White sheets lay an adventure through my brain
Cross minded, open sighted lines puncturing while my existence is indicated
We are the center of our own world
own universe
own fight.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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