Yaphet Kotto Tracing
Tracing every inch of every word we never shared.let
these two feet carry me into the arms I longed for. I
tried to keep this brief to you left response for the
unwanted. It's a topic, unoriginal and lacking control.
It collapses world and collides with self. Everytime we
heal we know the hurt still lives in all, but heart. I
knew the eyes that saw the unraveling when we weren't
necessity, because of this mind without consequences I'm
still tracing steps with light on faults