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Don’t make me choose,
I just may walk for good.
Why don’t we figure a way?
We can find one, together.

Don’t make me choose,
I just may stay, and, oh, pray
That I leave you in one piece;
I tend to leave no stone unturned.

Don’t make me choose,
I just may dig a grave.
Of your pride and my peace,
I would have one or none.

Don’t make me choose,
I just may lecture you
About the things you missed,
Including me. And then leave you.

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Benie Langat

Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.

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