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Doubt was in my heart,
For you were a wild card,
One face so right,
Another face full of hurt.
I was gently holding your face,
In order for my eyes to trace,
All the smile lines in your gaze,
So wickedly innocent and a maze.
Whatever it was i could not hold,
All hidden in an unseen fold,
A soul i mistook as made of gold,
My neck it had in a chockhold.
Beware for the heart is a deciever,
Let go if not worthy is the receiver,
Because an unlucky cheerful giver,
May put on a frying pan his liver.
By Dorsila Owuor
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