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Light Up Dark Rooms
The dark rooms in one’s mind unlit,
One is heading straight for a pit:
Will not take long the spot hit
While the injury just won’t fit!
Then, for dark rooms of the mind sit
As things about them have been writ
By pens with more goals than wished with,
Knowledge conjured and teeth won’t grit,
The–seen–with-the eye not a slit
And moved legs won’t fall into pit..
My time I’d given Charles Rycroft
And my anxieties just got soft;
On Neurosis supremely coughed,
Where contributors can have bluffed
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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