Harlem Renaissance, 1925

As my soul shook with curiosity and as my breath left my body, I stood hoping you would come back to me . The taste of your kisses still on my lips, hopes of return still on my mind. As I look into your empty world, my hopes are filled with being next to you. Without you my life lacks purpose and my joy turns into dust and sorrow. — Drew Skyland

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