? Poem by f. berhan kebede

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Is it better to linger and lay
or go on and play
with your heart of strings there
hidden fruit in the back of the fridge to share
a heart running from knives and plastic scissors,
paper cuts and bloody fingers
each day staring and glaring at
the fresh faces sent to clean up your hallucinations
-pushing deadlines.

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