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Mabior Isaiah

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

7 poems·Since December 2022
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My living dream

January 15, 2023
Kenny is the name that echo in my heart. She is the image of my dreams. The name "Kenny" gives my heart a space to hope What is not yet seen. Kenny is my dreaming love. I believe that one day, Kenny will meet me in person. The dream will develop human body, and stay with me. Honor will belong to the wind, that would carry your Perfume to my nostrils. This dream will live in me, and the smoke of your existence will enter my heart. Kenny where ever you are, I believe I will have you. Where ever you are, your True characters will be.
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