POEM BY GANIYU MOHI

My soul hate you

Your face is not an image
For me to cherish
Your soul sounds echoing
For the beat I heard last
In dream
You light in night
And dark in light
But you fade all the time I see you
Last time you called
My soul hate you
You life seems salty
You're loved time ago
You're hate this time alone
My soul hate you.

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