For Okoro Hannah Ozioma

Real fiends, fake friends
Real thorns, false roses.

Would one tell
truly thy tale
if it were inked by thine tears?

When thine heart gets sick
of poetry in the sky
With thine head down
write a lyric
on the earth for heaven
to sing over you

"Love will find the broken
As the flood upon
every dry land"

- Martins Deep

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