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Man looking at the stars
Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

Blending In

I do not blend  in with crowds
but with might i could desperately fit in,
In a pub filled with crowds; this i will not sweat
and in a rave filled with parks; that i will not mind
but in an open space with one and two and small talks
or few; i struggle for people to learn what i do.

(2014)

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