Bette
I came, isaw and i conquered!
But your love was still hidden in the bush;
So i followed the trace of your blood and i met you,
Because i want to heal you with my love!
Come out and receive your healing oh Bette,
For the other soldiers are all dead!
And i came into this fight because of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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