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Jun 2016
My dear unborn child
I wish to be there when you step on the outside world
But don't be sad, not too long this war shall end
Be good to the woman I love exponentially, your mother.
Don't keep her awake during night hours
Don't make her throw up every food she takes
Inside that bowl is when her smile is the brightest
With her no harm shall come on to you but blessings shower
The memories of us as a family, graceful like molten gold or a roaring ocean of violent emotion
Always pulsing, surging, touching my soul in that darkest of places
You two are my soulmate soldiers who win my battles


I fight in the frontline of battlefields and win
But I fail to stand a day without thinking of our reunion
Enemies fall by my rifles while I keep praying for you and I shall not cease
My heir, dare to share love with those you care about
Be aware things can be galactic winds ruffle your golden hopes and infuse your aura with flecks of stardust on this mystical path we call life
Don't be in despair, life isn't always fair and take care of your mom beyond compare, especially when I'm not there
It'll be worth the pain at the end.

Yours,
Dad.
Ben At93
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Ben At93  Dar es salaam
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