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By Madeline Ileleji
There tears are filling up their glasses
Tucked under beds with rumpled spreads
As they go about with smiles so rare
Hiding scars in blueprint
To find a mother and a father
Who left without a trail
And God inbetween for not
Hearing all their prayers
They go about looking for life
In meaning and love
Just to end up dead the tokens
Of life for living still.
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