CHISENGA KENNETH

Staring and daring
the dull blaring
morning
escaping the dark cat
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Leaning and lining de light
the pain feels so tight
as he was swinging
his legs in the ditches
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The charming ulutations of the fading footsteps
are scribbed with red ink, with no fullstops
in the paradim of change of graves
and blank civilisation pages
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I refuse!
The rhythm repeats
I refuse
And I refuse it all
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I thought you're my angel O no i was wrong
It was before valentine died for love way long
By my felicitous judgement i thought you're my felicity
Little had i divulge you in pursuit, my heart's spooky
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