About Us

we
under
stand
our
trem
ors
so
well,
it
is
a
str
ing
we
hold
like
promise
again
st
our wound to play a music of absence louder.

Mesioye Johnson is a writer who loves the darkness of the world, hence, the gift of art he gives.

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