Asante. : Writing

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A Poem by Asante.


Hands together, all --I pray toward you allas no math of mindcan alter mineto think the lesser of you,For every hearthalf-eaten but beating,there's a ..
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A Poem by Asante.


I pressure my questionsto feed me answers;I quest for the messagesin my antics,the Ketaminewarding off other pressures;I haven't becomemy own anesthet..
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A Poem by Asante.


How do we sew up disconnections of worth? As I dust through poets combed in tailor-fit words, like panoramas of the boats adrift in photograp..