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Pink Aphrodisiac

I see a pink aphrodisiac
Encircled by bushes of spaghettis
Tears of the mouth drip down as I gaze on it
I touched it and it felt like Orunmila has taken me to Orun
My fingers drip in unfamiliar juice
I tasted the unfamiliar juice
I prayed to Orunmila Baba Ifa to show me how it’s made

I pluck the pink aphrodisiac flowers on the peach
And I thought
Ah! I just found the Garden of Eden

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