Kelvin Owusu Biography

I Said hi when I meant goodbye
It's not a lie, not do I lie, just a rare truth
Is not even that I like it when you cry
Just an uncontrolled smile
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I am all that is taken for granted
the essence of beauty and destruction
the fall of autumn leaves
lay dormant in winter and bloom in spring
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The soil which we plant our seeds
beautifully dangerous, remarkable creatures
strangely complicated, a delicate rare breed
shelters, nurturers, the definition of strength and warmth
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If I fall, will you catch me?
If I were to drown, will you
dive in after me?
Cpr, will you give me the kiss of life?
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If she passed, would mine break?
Would there be any display
or curtain's not even close
of being drawn?
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