Emmanuel Ziwa Biography

I am a painting.
Run over by colour on every bump.
I am a painting with light dimming not a spectrum of secrets only the lovers know.
A representation of pain, time and sacrifise lying on a wall.
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Here I lay.
On the bed where life meets death hoping for an escape,
If only the ground would loosen its grip,
Playback and choose to swallow the man behind the wheel instead.
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