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Feb 2016
she beckoned me forth like a
gladiator
trained for speed, not power

her calculating eyes timed my feet
for its overdue fall
dagger at the ready
anticipating my fall

I took her bait

not

I threw away my shield
and shuffled aside

It was never
that serious a game

for me at least.
Lawan
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Lawan  Abuja/Nottingham
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