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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • May 19, 2025
  • 1 min read

I cannot take you down this hole

there is no rabbit,

just this old writing habit,

darkness in my head.

Remember me as you do

instead:

the one who writes for you in riddles.

Wait for me if you can

if not,

I shall see you when we walk other lands.


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