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Self-portrait of My Lover as Messiah
The first time I saw him
It was with my inner eyes
Burrowed into a tunnel called night.
From where I fished him into a land
And he swam into my eyes.
Since then,
He has written poems and fairytales
In my mouth
Now I speak and I call out your name
Oyinlola
Bose
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