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sometimes when the night is at it’s darkest, I hear it call your name;

your face in the moon, your laughter in the stars;

you’re long gone but the compass within still leads me back to you, true North;

my heart is a third world country;

your love is a Japanese tourist;

captive memories, forgotten conversations linger on…

 

 

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About melfunktion

Love child of a lover & a thinker, elegantly flawed, anti-socialite, curious, purveyor of Africanism, a life seeped in music, unashamed soliloquist, androgynous feminist, always dancing on the inside, flowers in hair, heart on sleeve, breathe to create, create to breathe, perpetual goofball, graceful klutz, stars & scars, beats & bars, just a human, being.

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