sugar
when i burned my clothes
the black left
was white right
white light
and please, stay
see refugee camps are temporary
like statutory
stone certainty
i could say
in the night i wonder
if i’ll have no roots like yours
after all this trouble to dig
if i’ll find only twigs
and you’d say i was wrong, that’s
not at all how it would go
and i’d hope so
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