Twelfth Day Blues

Temi Enemigin

I breathe in music, and exhale words tastefully woven for your soul's pleasure. When high on sarcasm, I could smash your ribs into fine pieces. But whether on a stage, singing out my heart, on in Solitude, scribbling out mysteries, my greatest aim is to bless humanity with the essence of my being.

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2 Responses

  1. Ferguson says:

    Jst have to say it again.. U’v got a way with words that feels like a mould of eba with ogbono soup sliding down the throat. Really nice…as usual!!

  2. Efenzie says:

    you go girl!

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