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Oct 2014
You can’t smell
The roses that is my skin
You can’t taste
The berries that is my lips
You can’t touch
The pillows that are my thighs
You can’t see
Life behind my eyes
You can’t hear
The honey that is my words
Because for me to love you
Would be absolutely absurd.
OA Agusto
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OA Agusto  Lagos, Nigeria
(Lagos, Nigeria)   
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