Drey Hommies Poems

All the beautiful things are the diamonds and the gold
they luster in the ray.
A beautiful thing is the aura in the day
at down it grows old.
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It paints us. This art.
We are the artists. We are the art.

We are the pencil. We are the ink.
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Seven times you came
Seven times you left
How we did not know?
Seven times is heartless Aman Akpa
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Old men with wet dreams,
never tied to a woman
Some live and die married to spirits...
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