Arrest the air now

He is guilty of keeping me alive

By Nneka AniezePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Arrest the air now

Lock it up below the stairs

Feed it only tears

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Nneka Anieze

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Nice to meet you. My name is Nneka, mom of one living in Windsor, Ontario. I enjoy reading a lot and have decided to try my hand at writing. Hoping to better my skills and perfect my writing skills. I hope you enjoy my writing

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