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Sustenance: Poetry for Some One Lost Soul
I wonder how grey My life will be If not for you, A Lover that stays When I am away. You saved me Before I knew me, Before I breathed Within my mama's pod: You came to me And healed me, Before I ever knew I was ill. Mide Benedict
Sometimes it feels Like all is done, That this life of ours Is caught in deadly thorns: From where we cry for help in a land Where to have ears is a great taboo! But in all these... we remember...
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