The block sleeps in bolted doors
I only hear nightly knockings
"Abani, are you home?"
It rains here twelve months
Here clouds graze like a cow
Green grasses turn aside
Clawing doors tight,
"Abani, are you home?"
With a heart partly alloyed
I sleep in a pain, far-tripping.
Suddenly I hear the nightly knocking
"Abani, are you home?"
Dissent and Torture
10 years ago
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