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Thoughts of an African Male Feminist. She lay on the table in pain. Machines beeping all around her, people talking all at once, an incoherent choir. Tell her I have failed her as a daughter and have not been able to be a good wife or mother.

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Read some words, absorb something. Love is inherently luxuriant and aqueous. There are unplumbed canals within me where. Love runs thick like pudding through a soda straw. I am left with mouth parched, somewhat achey. Searching for any such sweet liquid to sate my thirst. Only the tick, tick, ticking of time will. Tantalising and so close I can almost. Sad music is a sometimes food.

Daily Poetry by Antoinette Prescott. If It Comes Too Late. If it comes too late, no matter how strong. Or passionate the rain,. It will not be enough to touch the veins. Of a dead flower again. Such little drops could never peal. To assure a bloom once raised,. Nor could the trifling chills compete. With the cold its petals taste. If it comes too late, no matter how strong. Or passionate the heart,. It will not be enough to prompt a deadened.