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Sep 2018
Wondering if I am still there
Wondering if me will survive
Wonder if I will be deliberate.
Us, together, senses are gone.

My senses are definitely gone
Myself is nothing in lonesome
My soul, really, did evaporate
Me and my self is merely gone;
Us, together, senses are gone.

I hold you and travel the rain
I never feel spiking drops of rain
I off a coat for you and no pain
I and you begrudge and no vain.
Us, together, senses are gone.

We slip, fall and we feel nothing
We sleep in huts and its nothing
We and the dearth, it is a belonging,
And love is our best daily teller
Us, together, senses are gone.

I do not even feel how cold snow is
I only feel how soft your thenar is
I am insouciant to how sharp critique is.
Us, together, our senses are gone.

Turn to me when hate tortures you
Living with love is now a routine
Telling me again that you still care
Tickles me and burst into laughter
To let it go will be very intricate.
Us, together, the senses are gone.
I undoubtedly love you.


Gelase Magnificat
Written by
Magnificat Gelase Zenon  19/M/Rwanda
(19/M/Rwanda)   
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