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My Life Without You
My breaks from the inside;
Its maim radiant as the gods
But weaker than the weakness of weakness,
If I open it and cast you out,
I might meet death and his horse
but why do I fear him-
I died without his help,
I drink of LĂȘthĂȘ, eat of the
succulent lotus
But your memory is as fresh
as the touch of a virgin's breast,
So I let you drip through the exploded aortas of my soul
Forming a clot of you in me forever,
Feeling a love like love loves
while you refuse to be mine.
poem
by
Isunge Mwangase
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