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Decorum Of Purpose
I have no replicals
if my heart sinks under medicals
it takes only a miracle
to save my drowning tentacle
lest my soul self be stole
rode upon a caravan driven by mole
into a journey where dead are sold
if i must leave our doors to the shore
to an everlasting epicurean of bore
let the saved-saviour
hear the sweet smells of my savor.
poem
by
Justice Ominipus
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