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From Dead letters #TheAfricInk Israel Mathew Robert
Remember to leave the door open while you walk out. Someone else might find his way here like you once did and maybe that someone still might be you or someone I suppose destined to be.
While you walk out into the Far you call home all the time, I would want to ask you to leave your footprints, just so you find it easy to come back home, but it seems like there's home outside in the thick, well I will ask you to walk on air, so that I won't retrace your steps, Okay?
You don't have to wonder how I would survive or live without you. I always did even while you were still young and excited. I learnt the act of surviving before you came in. I learnt how to keep watch, like I knew today, would be a day to let go and please, please take this blood with you until you find someone, keep using it lest your heart thirst on the long run.
You don't have to turn to see how far you've gone and come. Nigerians prohibit that, you might be caught up again in those chain of love at first or maybe second sight.
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Dead Letters
PoesíaWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
