K. Asare-Bediako

3 Poems | K. Asare-Bediako
Therapy for Dark Torsos i grew up to be sieged by the nothingness of mind.like a spiegeleisen,it takes multitudes of dust to submerge a homo sapiens to the farthest micron. the least time passes the eyebrow & i watch Morpheusdupe my grounds like a scammer. in order not to plumage my body with doomi will…