
For the souls in Nsukka. sometimes, you wonder what spirit plucks you, feather after feather revealing your mind as blotched flesh as whirlwind it lays bare your earth and you wonder what spirit claims — soul-body-mind all at once, calling you its own, shutting you out of yourself leaving you grasping for anything familiar […]
from Brittle Paper http://ift.tt/2lVifWI
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