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leave the eyeball of
the sky, dart for
the tarmac,
Form thousands of
new eyeballs on the
tarmac, then crush all to
death.
Waiting for
The grey torrents
yet to wilt, we cuddle
helpless in front of other
people’s shop—we and
fowls.
Written by: Torty Abasi Tortivie
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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