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Friday, 16 August 2013


Don’t you remember the day
My love!
When death
Like Manna Salwa

Don’t you remember
When you tasted
A petal
Of the Red Rose
On your naked tongue
And said
“It’s Oˉ”

Don’t you even remember
That old starry night
When you looked at me
With unforeseen suspicion
And said,
“God is spying on us”

If you don’t remember any of this
Any of this…
My love
What made you say,

“We should start our love afresh”

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