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These Addictions
Aren’t excuses the easiest to make?
We choose our flaws to dance on
Our shoes are made out of fire
And the tongue, an arsenal
Our eyes can colour the sky
Like a bucket of rainbow
The taste of our tongue is blue of the sea
One more hit of this heat before I quit
I pray for my spirit and soul
Can life be any worse than this?
Victor Oyedele
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