chinwe omah Poems

our friendship was like a rose
so rosy and cloudy we could hardly see
smells good, kisses were like honey upon we lips
never to let go, crushing unto us everyday
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The life you live off,
It's not you that own,
But you brag,
Like it's yours to hold.
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that friday
that bright day,
God weeped
as Aluu4 died.
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If thou wilt, whilst i hold my Breathe
i prithee let not thou heart faint my beloveth,
whatever thou ears have heard of me
thou eyes have not seen me do in the darkest
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