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Read Poetry: Midnight poetry, Chisala Kataya

Tonight, I write about poetry. Poetry that we made together at night. That night you undressed, your pleasures now naked and I did stare, not at the geometry that is your curves. That math that fucks up my mind. Before … Continue reading

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