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Apr 2020
You woke up one morning,
And I popped up on your screens,
I wonder what will flash in ur mind,
And I wonder if you'll be on breakfast or supper,
I wonder if you'll have a pic of me to show,
And I wouldn't want to know when and if you'll splash it on your pages,
But whatever,
Don't curse yourself,
Don't remember how I cried,
And don't bother to buy a bouquet for my grave,
I'm sure they'll burry me, a day after,
And you won't have time to peep through my coffin glass,
You won't know how I slept,
Whether cursing or appreciating,
You won't also know the last dues I made to Allah,
But whatever,
I pray it doesn't haunt you at night.
Written by
Kirah  19/F/Kenya
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