by Liy. Spontaneous poem no.8 from their late grandfather's typewriter.
"If my heart was a home on the beach"
If my heart was a home on the beach, It would be easy to think,
"yeah, I'll just drive until I see it..."
But friends would know the path requires some know-how and your favourite bicycle.
I only draw maps for people I love.
By Liy Yusof, 26. This is poem no.8 from GeraiPuisiSegera, Liy's three-year travelling instant poem series / public performance with their late grandfather's typewriter.
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