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May 2013
Black, empty screen
meant to engulf your mind into the scene
We're sitting in the back
stained trail of your hair over my face
Legs wrapped tight
Film unwinds

as you kiss the crevice of my neck
the wheels skid on the pavement in the scene
heart beats faster
that moment was a divine intervention
Gloria Ikeji
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Gloria Ikeji
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