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Labels: Poems
MY FANTASY, MY FRIEND
Imagination is more important than knowledge; knowledge is limited but imagination encirc…
TOO EARLY TO HATE A HEART
We are all working towards perfection Why hate me for being imperfect. We have grown to …
NOT A FRIEND BUT AN END
Do you not deserve scorn? For posing as a friend but acting like a spy. For your pretenti…
Poem: Too Late (By Grateful Udoka)
Be void of expectations The deed is done My much vaunted reforms towards you Did not mate…