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ON PHONE (2)
The nocturnal phone
Conversation went on
It became daily
She was down-to-earth
We became fond of ourselves
Our physical looks scared us a bit
Beauty and Handsomeness
We both took with fate
She wasn’t moved even
When I feigned tribal marks
When I was still ruminating
What are we into?
She branded it and slam it on my face
“A relationship” she averred gently smiling
I couldn’t go back to the word “friendship”
Alayande Stephen T.
8.10pm
8th of November, 2007
It is a continuation, still for IBK.
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