there was a small thought
the thought became a name
then the name was stripped from the owner
who found a temporary remedy
while the name was barely heard
until it was found
in a state of dustiness
it was polished, it was reframed & it was honoured again
dodua.
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thoughts of a black single mum escaping clichees...
dodua
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