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never mind the tattoo 
on my neck 
they are memories 
hidden in capital letters 
i am folding the pages of book 
into water 
into sand dunes 
they say truth is relative
i am a man from your country 
a broken bulb light 
tracing happiness through balmy splinters 
and when i smoke pot 
in a  hotel room 
with voyeuristic blinds
i walk into the shadow of a town pouring ashes into a cup of coffee 
and every time i grow stones in my throat 
my neo center burns

Ojo Taiye is a young Nigerian who uses poetry as a handy tool to hide his frustration with the society.

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