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Aside these moonlight I am sitting under a curve waiting by the pool in the squeaks of the gooses, I cannot wait to be cooled after I linger on hibiscus scented paper and chewing cola nuts, I didn’t mask at my feelings or fight to no avail in the avalanche as it was, when we held from each end our plights I saw you crawling on a wall and you were calling my name in my dreams.

Ife made metals and we whose hope was about to be grounded saw these moonlit dawns, in the wild forces of darts that stray in ones nightmares, erosion comes to wipe away the hindrances like these jaguars pulling through the meshed moist plains. It was raining when the mist overshadowed the hills by our blistered foots.