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First-prize winner, Makewana Poetry Competition |
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(Tsar Leo, “if money cannot sleep then I can’t go to bed”) |
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The breeze I breathe, |
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Too hot. You can’t believe. |
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When I want to give up |
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I sure won’t survive. |
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Money is a bullet trap. |
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But, |
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There I go …“Should I go?” tomorrow. |
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Maybe tomorrow’s tomorrow. |
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Procrastination. |
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“Should I try?” |
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Mm… I am a believer but … |
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About money I can’t be so sure |
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Pistanthrophobia*. |
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You tell yourself to be quiet, |
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Say what’s meant to be will be … movie? Quit!! |
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See you are so quiet that your vocals obey the theory of female silence |
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Say no offence. So you speak silence, voiceless. |
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But when you are so quiet speaks the father fear |
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When the start ends, the end goes further… |
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There is nothing like nothing. |
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Dear womb man, are you man? Only Human? I laugh. |
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Save the mystery, drop the history, go for victory. |
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Tsar Leo, |
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“If money cannot sleep then I can’t go to bed” |
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Womb men working ahead. |
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This is my first time, I hope I’m not allergic, I bet I am already addicted. |
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I once used a pen. So I won’t lack a penny. |
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Raise the temperature. |
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Real diamonds are made under pressure. |
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No time for leisure. |
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Because in my word, I am a pioneer |
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I go near and face the fear. |
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Some words are harsh for the ear but I will save the tear. |
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I am ready to suffer the pain. |
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To hell with procrastination. |
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My sleep is treasure. |
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Give me gold I will go to bed. |
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Tsar Leo. |
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Drop the fear |
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*Pistanthrophobia: the fear to trust |
