Elvis Towolawi

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Flatter
Smooth as butter
Loot
The land's a war spoil
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Chirping insects
alone
Have the bravery
Lost to roving knighted shoulders
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Blown ashore
by the steer wind of passion
I have sought like a pilgrim
your face masked in faceless distance
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Naivety clothed her
untamed in wild weather easy her innocence broke catapulted by one bloke albeit in faith strong
her love fell wrong
talon nerves fray
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Once upon a creek
Whilst cold crabs bade graying day well
I saw a woman spry like a dolphin
And bold as a crocodile
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I am
but a child
Yea a budding stripling
wild as an African gale
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With strained nostrils
We awaited your visits
Our gaze married to the doorway
Azure the route appeared
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Were God man
Inhumanities wrought
Facade in His name
Would have strangulated His patience
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