Vincent de Paul - Kenyan Writer
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Unbroken Happiness
Unbroken Happiness

I knew the kind of death he would have, but most importantly, the last person he saw and the voice he heard before he succumbed.
One minute I was asleep, snuggled in the crook of his arm, his semen drying up between my legs. Another, I stood over him, so gentle in sleep.
You don’t trifle with people’s emotions. No, you don’t get to trifle with my feelings, my heart.
For the first time, I smoked, blew the smoke leisurely through my mouth and nose, and dropped the cigar.
The curtains caught fire first.
When he woke up, he hunched over and clutched his stomach. Then he started coughing, moaning, and screaming in that order.

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Cracked Hearts
Cracked Hearts

The last time I saw Maimun
words poured out of me like water squeezed from a sponge.
She covered my mouth with hers
as if to swallow a terrible curse that would come back to afflict us.
“Forget us, forget me,” she said.
Upon us was
the moment of partying—
my heart cracked.

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Lovers Hold On
Lovers Hold On

We just going on with our lives like nothing’s happening like our love ain’t dying young We used to kiss for so long we got out of breathe Now you don’t even close your eyes Then you banish me in the snow I don’t feel you anymore Lovers hold on to anything I need you

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Healing
Healing

Hellen, can you hear me I was wondering if we could go out today To share a moment Just the two of us But I ain’t expecting much from you Hellen, can you hear me I’m seating here dreaming about what we used to be When we were in love, and inseparable I’ve forgotten how

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