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Awaiting Lightsout

We’re more than a shred
Fallen from an iroko.

In where we’re left
To suck the suckles
Of nipped succulent nature,
Sucking beauty off
From creation
As a tizzy suckling;

Our dreams are whirlwind
Whirling off our reality;
Our lips stuck to kiss
A coniferous passport
And singing the National Anthem.

We’re delapidated hearts
Holding firm the Aso Rock;
We’re webbed with unity
And escorted by diversity
When we fan our voter’s card
To chase a dream not a life.

We’re more than a shred
Dampened in perplexities;
We’re pertinently awaiting
The end of this memory;

Could that be our lightsout?

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