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Metsehafe Henok Poem
There is them, then there is me
They jump,
Then fly.
They cry,
Then laugh.
They talk through everything tough
Oblivious to nothing,
but their eternal love.
I try.
I jump,
I fall.
I cry,
Then sniff.
I think through everything tough,
Oblivious to nothing,
But my eternal bluff.
Copyright © Metsehafe Henok | Year Posted 2016
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