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Love’s Deathbed

The mourn of her disillusion
Had made a cave in my stony heart
For death to enter,
Their big,
Greedy mouth had eaten
All the love left in my heart …

Now the frost gales me from within,
Whistle through the void
As they made shapeless and empty …

Icy spears of hate and regrets
Commands the empty space,
Where cold love laid her tender body …

In memoriam… Àbíké

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