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Since you’re gone I love you more than I did when you were alive I should have told you those three little words I need you more than I needed you Even though I never wanted to be around you Now that you’re gone Memories flood back The days were everything was good Death was eager to take you away Not giving us a chance to see you off I waited till the first shovel hit the dirt The damn broke and I couldn’t stand the wails of anguish You did your time You suffered and paid your price It would have been cruel To keep you here any longer Now that you’re gone We have to go back to reality You shall be forgotten Through time _PasopNegra

The hiss of the pan The palm oil's scent wafting through the thatch roof Burning and enriching the very skin that was made from the muddy sable soil beneath her feet.The meat sizzling dangerously and browning from the outside in.The smell mouthwatering to any that passed by. Carob was proud of her name even though such a beautiful name was given to the most beautiful maidens of the village.Her parents defied all and made sure her character reflected her name. She did well to earn it. When she spoke, it resonated with others. Sweet as cinnamon Bitter as the richest coffee The sweat gleaming off her dark skin like crystals The steam rising from the pot making her appear ethereal She was known in her village as the sun of the Gods. There was only so much she could do as a woman, but her power was unreal... unmatched... impossible  Suddenly She looked up. A stranger. He was different from her. He wore garments as white as the cowry shells used to trade He must be wealth...