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I wrote three dark poems one morn,
It was a task my hands handled with ease,
but a weight too heavy for my soul.
That morn, I instantly knew it was a path not meant for me,
and if I refuse to heed the call to turn back,
not only will my hands keep working, but my soul will soon be mesmerized by its fragrance.
Ajibade Dare Enoch
|Enoch Darenho|
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