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Kiprotich vinny Nov 2019
I am A matyred soul,
Inclined to your *******,
And nailed  to your lap in dreams.
Shas my Naett
Achamin princess.

Am waiting......
My days!!
Whose eyes are on duty
At this ungodly hour?
Surely,
None but mine.
Who then shall watch me
Dance to the tune
Of beautiful INSOMIA?
Oh sweet disease!
I threw it's pills
Consented to its thrills
For diamond moments like this.



Yes fam.
Why shall I dose on pills
When mother earth is pregnant
With burdens?
Shall I not dwell
On it's thrills
Exploring my allowances?
INSOMIA
How I worship
The magnificent repercussions
Of your presence!



For I,
Mute of words
As my tongue fell asleep.
Fingers crave.
Mind tortured, matyred for words.
My pen releases ink,
Innovating a remdesivir
To cure the world
Of the pandemic burdens
Of hate, segregation and violence.
Dare I say everything has an advantage, or will the word many be more appropriate?

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