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What are we now? ‘And you lick mic’,
Allow the twin look me with their
One eye.

Like a preacher on the pulpit,
You proudly stood on my podium
To moan.

Without requesting, you denounced
Your father and called me Daddy,
With joy.

But you’re all dressed up like a nun,
Saying all I’m good at is sex.

But I’ll be your calvary and
Be your cross. Our memories won’t

Abdul Tomide

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