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To memories we may remember
you came walking through me like a quiet storm
head held high up like a joint burning down
slowly and surely to help me transform
no malice just smiles easing my frown.
we talked about making beautiful kids
or not having any but ourselves whole
and cursed those who made the laws that forbid
two for not being one till they make a soul.
every fantasy would come to an end
abruptly or slowly, leaves would still fall
every tree must learn to never depend
otherwise, the abuse of ethanol.
if I could, I would allow you this love
only that love brings fire that needs no glove.
Victor Oyedele
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