Heart-Shaped Herbs : Tribute to Chadwick Boseman

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 If only there was a heart shaped herb to get you back or something else to reshape our broken hearts.




With you leaving us, the year couldn't get worse, but maybe this was better for you.

Better for you, and now a battle for us, in our hearts, with our emotions.

Maybe now you are with the people you love, leaving behind the people who love you.

Maybe from now, happiness will be all you get and we will move on with the sorrow concealed in our hearts.

Sorrow of the fall of another great superhero.

But if only there was a heart-shaped herb for all the fallen ones.

If only there was a heart-shaped herb to get back the people we love.

But there isn't a heart-shaped herb, there isn't any getting back.

There isn't a heart-shaped herb to get you live more, 

But you will live for many more years, in the hearts of the people who love you.


-Aditi Satwat (a kosher fan)

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In the loving memory of Chadwick Boseman (1976-2020)

We will miss you our beloved Black Panther. Rest in Power, King.

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