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Polka dots

I find my identity in polka dots One but two Secluded yet infused Whip me with your Bible Kiss me with your nonchalance Dance with me all...

The philosophy of language

I sit at the table of your words and nitpick at them I savor the best of your compliments till I'm full with your pleasure Then I choke...

Nature's relish

With keen interest she watches She watches us Unravel from the euphoria she had promised Tingling sensations to a teenage boy Wondering...

BIRD BOXING

The stage is set The lights are lit The vast lands scream beyond its hallowed walls There is cheering and thumping A confusing mixture...

UNTITLED POEMS

Sunshine on cold days Delusion breaks in cold sweat Hold me till I'm warm Renew your love like seasons Steal my breath if it's you it...

Settling for comfortable...

Bassey watched Ekem laugh. He liked her laughter. It was uncoordinated or how his mother would have said it 'unladylike'. He liked it....

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