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I have never tasted your full lips, which lack a moisturizing tip. Yet, I somehow feel as if I have. I watched you break that fresh loaf of bread, and you said to me, “You are welcome.” Somehow, I could have tasted and smelled the freshness of that small piece you offered. I felt nourished. Your spearing eyes, your youthful appearances A love like ours will be forever, My soul is in Accra.