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Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

Long Books

I will not
Pretend to
Read long books
Because of
My little
Patience,
I will never
Judge unless
Asked to be judged
Because life
Is its own court,
I will not show
Love or adore
What can be bought
And be made by multiple
Because my eyes
Makes its own
Choice,
I will not
Pretend to read
To read long books
As my story is
Long enough
To be told.

(2015)

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