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Solemnly by God’stime Ogbenigho Odiri
We gather things in that bag please
During then, now matters ever arising.
Aphrodite, none of thou offspring
Wanton me forever, they all has ceased
O’ cooling gale this one I see now come alonger me
Threshold of blinding desires
I desire good-luck, lucking till and after nap
“Where were we, toiling time tone?”
Quack knotted, balling pulchritude
Cool assault scorching solemnly
My mind triggered
I rose thee, Peace of all night solemnity
Give me want I want this night
Every night all night perfect nights
Loose this laser lamb fight
Who could be baneful as thee
If not saints?
My man what thou desire are gone
My body now loose we to clock
The leaves chameleon hue
Gold rustfull, clothes tore
Dog the fast runner loop out his tongue
Canoe sunk beneath the water-bed
Sweetest melodies perished
My man we are no more us
We are sweetened now
Not to that desire.
Sure I glance the face I rose
Rosebud you are now gone from us
Thanks for second life
the cross way to the forgotten house
Where we must meet to end eternally.
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.