walls.

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the walls were white

with photos plastered

across shelves.

the voices were

silent enough

to be too loud.

i was somewhere

in-between.

drowning.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Volkan Olmez

 

 

care

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i want to

spend less time

caring more about

the endings.

that haven’t

come yet.

© Hudson Biko

Photo by Flo Karr

 

pour

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it came down. to how long. we could sedate. the demons.

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Caique Silva

 

expectations

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there are things

that you begin to wait for.

like night to sunset.

or thunder to lightning.

or leaving

from those

you want to stay.

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Thư Anh

rain

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it was 3 am.

some sampha was playing.

and

the earth was still.

and

the rain was dim.

and

every so often

there was nothing that mattered

as much

as

letting it fall

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Sarah Diniz Outeiro

nights

in the curve of the moon.

in the rush of the lights.

in the loudness of the silence.

there are nights

that carry poems.

© Hudson Biko