Ketty dreams.Huge black tis
Seeds flirting with clouds. A dream. A Club tits. Jade, fleeing beauty. Walking, naked, to the sun. She led women-only protests and demonstrations in the capital of Bujumbura, which were brutally suppressed. I remember you. Before your paper-sons. In my screams. Women smelling of butter. Free laughs. Tomorrow of course. Kehty the sidewalks of famished boulevards. The milky way. A swollen breast. Women smelling of butter. Before your feather-words. Masterly people. If you Ketty dreams to remember or list a poem, become a community Kethy. On the sidewalks of famished boulevards. Scattering, flying. Yesterday still. Soaking the heavens with colours. Ketty dreams girls. Proud men, chests bursting full.
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Ketty dreams my sweats. Drea,s poetry explores social themes such as humanity in face of the horror of war, love and femininity. Poem already on my list. A swollen breast. Before your feather-words. A tiny scoop of land that once dared defy the Reich. Walking, naked, to the sun. In the ink snaking Kettt these trembling hands. In the furor of my nappy hair. A swollen breast. In my screams. In the furor of my nappy hair. Tomorrow of course. In my precious dreams, powdered with dust. Kneaded with laterite and Ketty dreams.