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sometimes we wish it rains..
..but it doesnt ...
seems likey an unknown yet predictable force..
keeps her sedated..
yet she dreams..
and she smiles wen she does..
lil she noes : she has become hope of different kinds..
of will and anger..
and of - non consequence..
she feels dem posts..
are what keeps her quantum..
in the darkness which 🪔 cant seem to 🎇
she was made to 🎇...
for the hope of kid she is ..
yet the loop keeps repeating...
this time : she is making much sense out of it..
she needs to define 'self'..
as she is ... was..
and can be.
dem eyes : dey cant lie..
for dem is the lethal tool of any veronica..
sometimes : it hits differently.
further thoughts...
it is the heavyness in the air...
..i am sure ... u ll feel it..
too humid : too uneasy..
it has to rain. ⛈️
we gonna redo unkle sulleman's works : with much 'klass'...
...pakka.
long term - todo. 😇