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Bambara Beans

You know how I can't stand it,
When you've had a bowl of beans,
And this six by six meters of room
Is raging hell and bitter perfume.

You know how it irks me,
When I hold my breath
And you laugh too hard
Till tears run down your cheeks
Ridged by parallel tribal marks.

You know I hate you
For not being here,
The air is clean
And I don't know how to breath easy.

They planted
sweet smelling flowers
On your grave
And
I want to rip them all out
And for you, in their place,
Plant Bambara beans,
So that, once again,
I can hold my breath
Whenever I come to visit you.

*****November 26, 2016*****

R. I. P Friend 😢


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