erasure

erasures of borders;

we no longer cut boundaries.

erasures of borders;

terrains were not conquered.

memory loss, amnesia, and oblivion ;

the moments insomnia was induced;

possessions we shared with you.

never ever, were you enslaved.

you were a breath of freedom.

and the night was an escapade.

in the palm of my hand;

were never borders.

but a song-of equality, looting,

then sharing.

over the motherland;

we divided the song.

kinfolk became enemy;

and with no friends.

the boundless skies

became fatigue;

in keeping secrets. do we tell the jaded sun?

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