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bymslu Mar 2018
The first time

was when I was walking down the street
alone
filtering through my thoughts, like I do
minding my own business, like I do
when your scent found my nose
through
street sewages & the dancing of the
trees,
wind
it jolted me, disturbed my personal missions
after which I turned around
in hopes that I would find you around me
so I could confront you face-to-face
instead, I was left to tilt my nose up at a degree lesser than my dignity
as I tried to follow the trail of your scent back to where it came from
only to get lost  .
...he's still out there
Yenson Apr 2021
When the disparages from the dross
becomes muscle-memory
and sewages flow from savages in daily vomits
as ******* from trash and ***** from *****

the paragon of their fears
the pivot of their nightmares
and the light to their darkness
knows he has made an indelible impact

he has seized their minds and fired their imaginations
he has no equal
they know it
this is an ebony Legend
akin re omo oba kama kini dansaki

— The End —