i gave my hand to take her
and together we built a home!
leaving her to make the fire
i went out to pick fruits, nutsand more to cook
and a blanket to cover!
next morning, to go out
again to gather i looked for my razor
only to learn another hand
in my absence, has removed
his facial hair
increasing also burden in my heart
sowing seeds of fear and doubt
to grow on my face!
henry victor 09.03.2014
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