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I walk my city with thoughts of you
In every place I set my feet
Your voice is on the impending harmattan wind 
Your footprints in the muds of our roads.
I want to peel you off my memories
but with every tool 
I try to use to scrape you 
from my mind 
cuts your name onto my tongue 
and beats me till I'm blind...

I walk my city with thoughts of you
seated on my lips
like the tatse of our first kiss. 
Dropping in every word I say
to the market woman by the way
the conductor who me shortchanged
the colleague whose greetings ends in 'hey'
I want to peel you off my memories
but with every tool
I try to use to scrape you
from my mind
cuts your name onto my tongue
and beats me till I'm blind.

I walk my city with thoughts of you
I layed my head upon your knees 
and breathed the air you breath 
I cut myself once again
to feel once again
how it felt to bleed
when you shred my heart to bits. 
Now as I walk my city with nothing 
to show for the trophy I won
but a face 
with smiles I fake
and a heart that bleeds
letters of your name
until I leave this place.

I walk my city with thoughts of you
on my dancing eyes
on my luscious lips
on my oily nose
on my lush brows
on my scanty goatee

#Pengician
#SSA

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