he deserted my comic life
went to his scary, dark house
suffocating his trembling body
like he suffocated my naked life
do not be afraid my soul
under this little light
I have no hole
although he room in my brain
flow in my veins
I pass my love and appreciation to him
I know he lives in the land of ertenal stillnes
I belief we will meet again
Ntate, may your soul rest in peace
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