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Lillies [Lillies]

Special are the chords
that strike the gaping abyss of my mind.

Shivers run playfully from my dreams,
through my long days
with lowly tunes.

It’s a bite of a sweet, poisoned apple.
The waxy eyes screaming
from one stem:
hope and death.

Written by:Ewura Ama Akyere Saah
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

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