In the night
Through the walls grown ears
I heard her vulgarly vigorously
Verbing the Noun
In tense sounds from the gutter.
In the morning
When masks grew faces
We passed each other in breakfast hallway
Polite good mornings, prim and properly
Breading smooth butter.
– CHE CHIDI CHUKWUMERIJE.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije 
The best poem I’ve seen in my feed tonight. Really loved this one haha
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Thank you 🙂
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ha! I liked your approach on this topic. Great job!
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Thank you!
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