- Yaira Ebanks
- Dec 31, 2025
- 1 min read
I hover between shadow and light,
drift amidst roots and flight.
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See Allbite into flesh of the dying lick deception off my lip kick blind men crying walk through black eyes wide open brimmed red evil rushing through me it demands to be fed
your winter white may be covered in snow mine carries a different glow the calendar may read the same but we play a different game your cold perspective rings true mine rings too, in a different hue
my eyes sing fingers dance my body his instrument he winds, tunes, and plays me into the night my cadence flows it invites him to explore I shape and influence simplify and complicate he is mi
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