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Nov 2014
I don’t understand;
How one can look deep into my eyes
when they are filled with lies;
How one can kiss my cheek
when I have tortured the weak;
How one can hold my waist
when I’ve put my humanity in the waste;
How one can love me
when my own shadow won’t even touch me.
OA Agusto
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OA Agusto  Lagos, Nigeria
(Lagos, Nigeria)   
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