what shall we call the wall we erect to defend ourselves?
& how high shall it be?
&
under whose phallus shall the wall fall?
whose shame will this wall carry when ten times, ten & forty seven souls can no longer be appeased by thoughts sent between a collective blaming & reflex prayers?
“walls of phalluses can no longer protect us/erections are exercises in futility”, I hear you say Japuonj but, Ok ang’eyo.
Hey you, intense and beautiful as always. Talk to me sometime soon? x
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You are loved. From across continents.
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