Holding the torch to illuminate this such.
I found peace in the basement rummaging her way out.
The battle of wits just darkened my clouds.
I am in dire need of a columnist.
I am in a row with every blind optimist.
Chance is a voice i never heard.
Faith is a scalp that remains bald.
What life is expected of my distinguished self.
What fight is imminent in this damned realm.
What charm do i induct when no one admonishes charisma.
What path does thou seek in a cross patterned dilema.
"Memory",i found out is a bank of bullshit.
A bank of bullshit is like A bank of bullshit.
The truth i seek is abundant in the cellars.
The isle of wits collasped with great fela
Written and Edited By: Abidemi Oyewole.
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