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but when absence lives in my walls
what music will my mouth produce?
It was the day her words left my world,
the day I had nothing to say,
into the region of my loin.
A shadow had come to my dream,
into that place where love and hate
are illusions playing in waters,
where a man wonders about the lost song,
threatening to break his throat.
Two shadows walked down the oesophagus,
like two birds chasing the sun,
talking about what the stomach would say,
When he is tired of remembering the
I miss you
Oladipo Abiodun Jacob is a final year student of English and Literary Studies in FUOYE. He loves reading, writing and playing/watching football.
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