Listen to the voice not the words,
the currency of truth,
it's the only thing you can take with you.
Smiles are in your architecture.
I'm scared of the fear of becoming important. You might find out I am a fake.
You told me you could not be found in my poems, so I carve myself out of this page.
I'll learn to use my hands to build a world for us that is more than wallpaper.
Other guys watch you when you talk; what's funny is you think I am beautiful.You look good even when you're angry.
Building the memories now they'll keep coming. There's nothing I can do to keep you. Only honesty will make you stay.
Nick Makoha, The lost collection of an invisible man.
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