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I think grey. ( caption) When I think of my hom

I think grey.


( caption)  When I think of my hometown, 
I think of rusty winds swelled 
by sugarcane juice swirling 
around me. 
Figures with a pair
of muddy limbs
crawl in and out 
of my eye.
I think grey.


( caption)  When I think of my hometown, 
I think of rusty winds swelled 
by sugarcane juice swirling 
around me. 
Figures with a pair
of muddy limbs
crawl in and out 
of my eye.