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Mar 17
The cold blood flowed from his heart drop by drop
And every face about was a reminder of the dagger it bore
In his dark moments his slender hands would aimlessly *****
But the dearth of support hurt him deeper to the core
Written by
Emmanuel S Aporu  Kenya
(Kenya)   
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