Primary Fears


Never hold a grudge against the dead
It will come back to haunt you (she said)
So what would you have me do instead?
There's nothing to be done, (I'm afraid)



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Written on 2019-10-27 at 11:43

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chuma okafor
True, it's unkind to speak ill about the dead. Well done.
2019-10-28