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Daniel Bogogolela

I think I know why my lover died,
I think I know why she's laying
in the cemetery.
It's because she'd been sick for long.
Her stories and poetry recitals were sick.

That's why she and I got expelled from
one gathering after another.
And she'd casually tell her peers that
my laughter caused it all,
that I laugh non-stop and very few
people care to know the reason why
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