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A ritual.
Eyes travel to the spirit.
Soft brush pesters the soul of the face...
"be reborn, be reborn!"
Gold dust, honey and earthen brown
soft upon the cheek,
and face becomes the sun.
Who goes there?
Let them dwell...
Crystalline cuffs.
Let them dwell in the corners and
light the shadows of my neck.
Sometimes you see,
darkness and light are best of friends.
Olaoluwa.O.O
Soft brush pesters the soul of the face...
"be reborn, be reborn!"
Gold dust, honey and earthen brown
soft upon the cheek,
and face becomes the sun.
Who goes there?
Let them dwell...
Crystalline cuffs.
Let them dwell in the corners and
light the shadows of my neck.
Sometimes you see,
darkness and light are best of friends.
Olaoluwa.O.O
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