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The bastard hearts

I have never been certain of
Rolling in the hay all my life,
Till I found me my suppose half
Not royal but majestic scarf

I have never been certain of
The feelings from another half
Till I became fond of this laugh
Type of giggle; sharp as a knife

Never had that certainty
For decision and no regret
Till the wind came and took my breath
Respiring with sweet love content

Never had that certainty
That time will never fluff and flint
So I often thank God for the past
Granitic and the bastards hearts.

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Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu
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