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My friend Died
In the dark
But bright room,
The news of his piercing tummy
At the battle for romance
Spreads sand wings.
My friend died
In romance
When the sky wore
A dark-fearing garment
While he faced confrontations
For a queen of his.
A dagger passed through his pancreas, chewed organs few,
And bled him in red pool.
My friend, a fine nificient lad,
Rigorous dagger removed
His mouth out of him.
Pop-eyed was his queen.
Thudly he fell,
And loudly he screamed.
Out of ruthless infatuation,
The man-slaughters vanished
In thin air while
The crying birds chirped on the bough of a Mahogany.
My friend, from outside
And from within,
Intoxicated was he
With full throated-agony.
He swallowed memories,
Saw blackness, and murmured
Incomprehensible lyrics of death.
Face-to-face with infallible death,
My friend died indeed
In the furious hands of his blood,
Gazing in his queen's negroid eyes.
Tears ran from his dead-opened eyes
While his queen
Wailed for "love-lost" to the fearful claws of death.
By: Mohammed Dauda Kamara
© mohamedDk@Allahuakbarr
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