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A Dough Affection

To be in love with an African,
An unreasoning love, a Dough Affection
Holes all over My heart spilling love
The light in her eyes my Joy,
Her heart My heart's heart, 
A queen I could not forsake. 

An unreasoning love, a Dough affection, 
Your Dough,her priority
Her lame love walked to me, 
Reaching for My heart 
A love dressed in deceit,beneath her dress 
A love  in it planted a malign seed.

Holes all over My heart spilling pains,
Dawns her that I'm a maid to Dough 
A street urching, she called me, -(tout)
Though I knew,it was nothing new,
An unreasoning love,an affection of Dough, 
Abacha's food now My diet -(poison)
True love is not as common as it used to be.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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