Sunday, November 21, 2021

Alone... Comments

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Immersed in an ice-crusted pitch-black river,
Bubbles aviates high and low the smoky air,
All I have left to eat are slices of sufferings,
All I can sip from my drink is droughtiness,
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Owoeye Taiwo Bisola
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