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Nov 2021
I blow a kiss to my people,
Let them grow & fester in wealth.
I pray an angel comes to you,
Taking sickness from your mother’s breath.
Ashamed of my own soul to live,
Mine eyes have even seen of black.
I shan’t wonder how I’m alive,
God lay purity on your mom’s chest.
Pray to take my soul in exchange,
Graceless I am selfish of life,
Knowing my time will soon to pass.
Allah… if not you my dear God so -
Let it be so for others on…
Take me for the dear mother to live…
Nickolas J McKee
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Nickolas J McKee  30/M/Wherever
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