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LOLA SHONEYIN
YOU SHALL LOVE AGAIN
once more, the joy buried
under the heaps
of sorrow-woven wreaths
Shall blossom on your lips
the aroma of love
shall flavour your sensitives
till you can taste it
on your fingertips
the rind of dreariness shall lie
in half-moons at feet
as the nectar of passion
inhabits your hips
and he?
his existence shall enjoy the glories
of plundered pirate ships.
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