Tokunbo Otoyo Poems

Another reminder of a life once lived
Landmarks, a bond for some to share
Painful precursor three days up, seized
And death though aware
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I remember the feeling the last time I saw you
How much it was, such temptation there was
Like a jinnie, pick you up
From your bottle every morn', wake you up
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The number, it's a slow jam
Floor already dotted with pairs in motion
Identical bodies rhythmically rocking in comfort zones
Bodies, vessels driven by various passions, emotions
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