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Your debauchery
Is my burden;
I’m ill, forbidden
Of recovery.
My deathbed’s golden.
No meds or Steve Harvey,
Nor trick or wit embolden’d
Would defer grief’s journey.
I am Valen, thine.
And while your lust adheres,
I shall wine and dine
On a harvest of tears.
I am Valen. Mine
Brine is surely thine.
Yet as stars are earthed
Their shine remains ever sainted.
*To Valentine’s Day and Goldie Harvey’s demise.
Written by: Davids Ezimako
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