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Sep 2020
Right here on my bed I lay,
Alone with thoughts all new,
Moulding in my head like clay,
Good... Bad... Fastened together like glue.
Which do I take?
Of it, what do I make?
As I lay here bemused.
Which do I axe?
How do I crack?
This riddle that got me confused.

#El_Magnificoβ„’
Olaleye Gift Emmanuel
Written by
Olaleye Gift Emmanuel  22/M/Ogun State, Nigeria.
(22/M/Ogun State, Nigeria.)   
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