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A Letter to my Late Momma (Part One).
Your pneuma was called by a whistle of darkness,
A day a black goat was slaughtered
Concurred upon by elders and ancestors
That that sunday shall be of your last,
Your belief conflicting with customs and rituals ...
A day a black goat was slaughtered
Concurred upon by elders and ancestors
That that sunday shall be of your last,
Your belief conflicting with customs and rituals ...
