i walk barefoot into the story of
ancestors who never knew my name,
never even dreamt me into being.
yet i carry pieces of them inside me.
i cannot trace the lines back,
only echoes,
carried quietly
from one heartbeat into another.
echoes


i walk barefoot into the story of
ancestors who never knew my name,
never even dreamt me into being.
yet i carry pieces of them inside me.
i cannot trace the lines back,
only echoes,
carried quietly
from one heartbeat into another.
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