By another name20/Dec/2016
It's not that I don't know my name
Or the love of those that utter it.
But that my soul has ideas and a language
of its own from a more timeless place.
My name shapes and is shaped
By that which stirs in the dark.
Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2017-01-05 at 23:30
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