We poured it into ourselves
letting it seep
through valves
that would
bleed
into parts
of us
always torn apart.
We poured it into ourselves
letting it
feed
the parts
of us
always hungry for
something more.
Parts
we wanted to make
somewhat whole
;
but torn things are never whole
,
their holes
are left
bleeding
seeping
and gaping.
left
unfilled
and
pouring out.
seeking something more.
when all they ever needed
was healing.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph: Hisu lee
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hudson biko 
I love your poetry. They always speak to me
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Thank you Nandita. 💕 Having your words resonate with someone is always an incredible feeling.
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Healing takes time, a beautiful poem!
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Yes indeed. Thank you so much for reading it! 💖
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We heal, also we evolve.
Love your poems ❤
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We do indeed. Thank you so much. 💕✨
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