Author: Lake Adedamola

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Meet Olo, Alice’s husband, again. He is still lying on an armchair in his living room, snoring away his Saturday. He will wake up soon enough with a splitting headache…More

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For boys like me, who sprouted from a broken home, joy is an impossible currency. The last time I saw my mother was thirteen years ago, in a pool of…More

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bonfire tonight, we are gods re-entering the realm of moans/our breaths hitched/ your fingers savouring redemption beneath me/ i moan in blues/ All time low is breaking the speakers/ you…More

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Nameless my soul is corroded / ache sewn into chest like a badge / I reach out to god with a middle finger / want to chisel the moon with…More

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