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five rounds,a single bout of life;
premium punches to the brain.
a happy child drunk with mirth & morning
races with the rain into the ground.
have you ever written in your head, words
that never find the face of paper?
It is like standing in the crowd
& no one hears you scream.
& will the world ever end?
Something will kill you if you live too long.
Something dangerous, something sweet,
something bitter than sorrow, something
bland like nonchalance;
No funerals, no memorials, no paid
tears to litter the ground.
But you can pray for the gentle flower
that flonders in your possessive hands.
Yes, that too needs worship as much
as carnivores & predators of varying kinds.
this life will be bitter, sweetness
like the after of sleep, cold showers
after sex. Yes & it will kill you
but please go gently into night,
for this life, it knows not what it do.


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Always,
Osahon.



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