Soft and timid
My body was a house of misery.
My checks dry with lancinates.
Thirsty of love.
And reminiscing the past agony.
It was soft and timid.
That i couldn't bear.
Timorous to my shadow.
Soft and timid.
I couldn't bear.
Joshua madiba
24th-12-2019
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