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BLINK POETRY Mide Benedict

One day, there will be no day.
Home will take us from our homes
And life will kill our lives,
Give us deaths or rapture us instead
Till we are no more of where we are.

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I saw beer in your tears
Do you plan on drinking out your fear
Which remains each time your sense
Comes alive again? 
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A child has a child whose father is the father of the child.
A mother has a son whose father is the father of the mother.
A slave has a child whose father is the master to the slave child.
A mad woman has a child whose father is the man who gave her food last night.
Mide Benedict

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