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It wasn't much.
The mornings of sweet pancakes,
Black coffee.
Quiet and peace.
It wasn't valiant.
Sleepless nights,
Loving warmth.
Jokes and movies.
It wasn't heroic.
Those final moments,
Tears left on read.
Colder and lifeless.
It wasn't much.
True.
But,To some.
That.
Was the world.
And all the best it could offer.
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Dedicated to Mary Rose Odono. May she rest in peace in God's loving hands.
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PoetryWords are like water in the midst of a dessert that is our cruel world.
