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Bottle's Growth
Lurking in me, stale
Spewn out like phlegm
Countering all old odds
Vision
Riding off the aisles of
nonchalant islands.
Shooting off the pebbles
Hope, like rays of morning
sun out of rocks, grim
Passion
Sticking on, the blues of
another dawn, offside.
Staying, stating, resonant
The bliss in incubator
Pressing out forcefully
Mission
The bellowing like
caged plumes of smoke.
© Yomi Omokehinde
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