All the stories of my love are numbered
Come and see, all are named after you
That is why everything is incomplete
Servants are also servants of my nation
Now who will untie the chain of my feet?
The rulers of my town are all subjugated
Maybe this is the container that has been silent so far
Otherwise, all your faults are also known
Every crime is attributed to me
Are everyone in the city innocent except me?
The smell that I had burned my branch
It made me yellow in the green season
Chained me for a moment
And then he increased the speed of time
My failed love brought me back
Thus dead hands, he handed over my body
I knew that death would bring me peace of mind
He was a tyrant so he prayed to live
About the Creator
Rachel Reviews: The Spiral Archive by Pieter Hendrik
It's difficult for me to know where to start with a review of this book as it was, for me, an entirely unique experience and one that I'll probably never have again. I don't want that to be interpreted as unenjoyable but it has left me scratching my head a little and ruminating on its content, its themes and its characters.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in BookClub
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