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Mathew Chiori
Tuesday 13 August 2019


If it is for her
Then I’ll kill my blame.
All men aren’t the same-
Her appearance speaks pain
But revenge is vain,
Emotion stolen,
Gate broken,
Oh, sweet tongue of mendacity!

God punishes love;
The rat eating your heel and fanning you.

I'd rather be
The Mississippi of tears for your sake.
Her hate hovers like tsunami.
Can I still love?

She laments.


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