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INFUSION





By Oladapo Grace Omowumi


Its so crazy. I swear it is.
I philosophise that every young person is a very empty place.
A young person: say you, say me.
And we're seekers of laughter or perhaps, bliss in our emotions.
But does it matter, if the sky is black or if the sky is blue.
Does it matter if you've been to a make-up studio
And you're with pretty images or not?
Does it matter if you seem natural or not?

I think you're a very vacant place.
Some soft place,  say like paradise.
Its why I seek the streets that lead into your soul.
I stand at the gates of you, your heart.
I seek *whole worlds* in your laughter.
I seek the real you.
I still hope that one day when I touch you with the flames in my soul,
You would be caught up in the same flames too.

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