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UNOMA AZUAH
Vows
The circles of my many rings Thicken with the feel of an aging cobweb They lie with the weight of vows broken and re-broken Circles of vows broken and re-broken I have nurtured many lovers I have nursed many wives With the silence of shattered vases- they leave- Tired of love's labyrinth Each broken piece, the size of limitations Dislocated by expectations The circles of my many rings Lie with the dust of losses They are pains patched- but ready to leap into the promises of another sunset.
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