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Jan 2020
Big, hairy, scary thing,
Taking up all the good space,
Foul breath, stinky attitude,
Stomping around like King Kong;

My fears were with me,
They lived within my recesses,
Constantly, each one reminded me,
Daily, of my caged excesses;

But you don't come at my heart,
Breaking down all my defenses,
You never wanted love from the start,
All you brought were mere pretenses.
Hard to recover from a failed relationship founded on misdirection.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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