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TOLULOPE OGUNLESI
Those Eyes
They bore
Through me
Those Eyes examine
My nakedness
Squander time gazing
At ancient collar stains
Holes in socks, chipped
Soles, lonely souls
Diagnose vilest musings
plough arid swathes of pocket
Mock frozen fingers in air
Searching for a responding hand
They bore
Through me
Those eyes
They bore .....
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