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8.28.2013


Such lies have been told about her.
My favorite: 'when she comes
The blue hand of the sky vanishes.
Hippos storm the sun.
Birds peck furiously at anthills.
Wings wrap tightly against trees.'
But notice how she doesn't say a word
And sits beside you when
The moments of love have flickered their last.
How she stands beside you when solitude
Has you cornered. Right now she is outside
Rinsing her hair. Later, she'll use it
To wipe the mirrors of your heart.




- Abayomi Animashaun

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