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Stop, Stoop [Stop, Stoop]

Stop the gaze if I can’t get the embrace
Your eyes hunt me like they’ll horn me
Walk away if I can’t hold your hands

Don’t hover over me if I can’t smell your hair
Stoop low for my staggering guts
And nudge me to savor the substance of you
A subdued feeling, is an impotent soul

Pardon my audacity
As I dare your heart
Walk away and kill the man in me
Stay around and be the Manure of my fantasy

Written by: Abdullahi O. Haruna Haruspice
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

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