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Sit with me for a moment.

I am Deborah, and this one is about me.

Everything I have ever written is about how I learned to sew.

Not clothes but words.

I wrote a book once as a child, told a friend about it.

He called me a liar and said I should recite everything word for word.

He was mad.

This is a piece of a life time, something I might feel in years and hang my head.

Not with ropes – but thoughts.

I’ve written letters once to an unborn daughter.

They are stored up in the lines you might like.

In these nonsense sentiments you humans enjoy.

Dear Daughter, blah blah. Make money.

Angels wept when I tore up my diaries.

They pointed “It’s about time”

Well, What do they know?

Someone said to me “The world is burning, Debby. Be generous with hugs”

“What is your point? Hell or hugs?”

I am a story spilling endlessly.

Yesterday, I held between my hands the warm face of a girl.

Her eyes were filled with leaping questions.

I walked away before they ambushed me.

Because remember?

I don’t have the answers.

Just time.

Just muse.


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Ekene John Osuala June 26, 2019 at 4:14 pm

This is beautiful! Amazing word craft!

Debby Keys June 27, 2019 at 8:09 pm

Thank you for reading!!!

Daniel Olemrabe Kelly June 26, 2019 at 5:20 pm

You are indeed a story spilling endlessly.
Keep on spilling dear

Debby Keys June 27, 2019 at 8:08 pm

Thank you Danny!

Tobechi June 26, 2019 at 7:14 pm

This is your best work.

Debby Keys June 27, 2019 at 7:50 pm

Thank you, Toby.

Ogbo Stephanie June 26, 2019 at 11:34 pm

This is nice 😘.. More keys hun

Debby Keys June 27, 2019 at 7:49 pm

Thank you my dear!!! ♥

Emmanuella Egworaha July 3, 2019 at 12:34 pm

This is wonderful,Mind blowing.

Debby Keys October 26, 2019 at 9:58 pm

Thanks 💞💞


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