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this heart of mine
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I have too much sympathy for the world,

That I fear that I may be blinded from the fact;

The heart of man is wicked and the world breeds evil.

Just as the man who sits on the road,

lunch nantygreens
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Lunch –
Taiye was so engrossed in her phone she didn’t even hear Jide walk into the office kitchen.

“Is this thing really worth it sef?” she mumbled to herself.

“Is what really worth it?”

men mold breast like clay
Poetry 0

Men Mold Breast Like Clay
Breast look down when they’ve died.

Show not a man the church where clays pray, the soil where clays worship, the body where clays fast, the building where clays speak in tongues.

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