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Soldered
Path walked measured with words,
Stripping the unwanted ones down, to be newly clothed.
Lost swooning over how much happiness the heart can take,
Felt those properly sieved emotions flowing through.
The words kept coming as the path was walked.
The farther the path was walked, the heavier the words were to strip off.
Could either take it or take a hit.
Feeling both the warm and cold inside.
The hovering cost of being myself for too long.
While it seems like it is a lot of work,
The control over the words I embrace makes it all better.
That I can choose the words I take a hit for.
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Tolulope Onayemi
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