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Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

Love for Thee

Love for thee are naught,
For every tears and every
Pain love claimed will rot,
Love to thee will glance no noon,
For my heart will gently gain numbness
Beforehand; if feelings from thee to me
Will die too soon.

(2014)

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