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Every year we look forward to next
Speak of the Devil, December is here
But it has not a spark of decency
Taking many lives, at the final lap
You may not truly comprehend
Or understand the gravity
And the large vacuum it does create
Until it snatches someone close to you.
Love finds a way like water The right recipe matters From a pot to make a dish Meant to sustain and nourish. Why is it…
To your actions, you are the Chief cook and bottle washer Say not, “they said you’re mad” To the throne, if not first hand Unpack…
Even as camera’s roll , I bother not when they troll For wonders last but nine days And soon they become dead clays But amongst…
I wish I could get to the end of the space Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face, Not just the stars…
So true! I hold my breath every year at this time… thinking “ is my turn?… will it be my loved one?”. Well said!
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On point
Thank you
Am happy you can relate
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