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Sep 2017
Dazed in a maze
I am reborn
As a husk of corn.

I see the clouds pour coal
Into my liquid cell
My points are now poles
I can surely tell.

In my home
I'm a wall strung visitor
With conciousness bound
To unspoken sounds

Here I feel homesick
As I tickle the sticks
Buried in my own skin.
© Ogunmola I.O 2017
Written by
Oluwatosin  22/M/Nigerian
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