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hear me dear damsel
a time would come when these dark clouds
would begin to leak

the earth would OD
on pain, your scream, tears from your eyes
there’s a salvation

if you would lend your
hands to build, put pride aside, and
let a little dirt

it’s in the movement
of a snail, she fills her stomach
cry now, laugh later.

Victor Oyedele