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Apr 2018
perhaps my love was a poem, where the words would stick to the sky like eminent stardust from heaven’s collision with the hearty gemini constellation feebly wandering in spiral distances. my hostile mind fastens itself to the star; in even ever so far away, its home has been discovered. maybe love was a poem and i am a poet, an artist, astronomer, anything i wish i was; because it is he, the star that wheels my nightsky and tints it with a foamy stinge of watercolour, that avows my heart to its purpose. β€” to love.
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     blaise, Amanda, Wordmancer and Emeka Mokeme
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