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Afia Boateng
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It’s cold.
Where’s he? He promised,
Promised on his soul,so bold
I thought promises were sacred.
He’s been lying,swearing,
But never truly dedicated
Here we are again,
Lost in the fog,
Alone in the deep,
Bound by a promise
That he couldn’t keep....
Poetry