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Stephen O Amadi

Stephen O Amadi

Writers XXXIX

When you

Are young

You

Could

Only

Write what

You feel

And see

And it

Will

Overpower

Nothing

But when

You are old

You could

Write death

At the feet

Of experience.

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The way she walks

I still cannot see the way she wal… How her breast pawned towards the… Her stripe mouthed shoes squeaking… With the earl grey gown i bought;… I pondered around like a deaf Ami…

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I need to Get Myself a Typewriter It’s like

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why do you take years in craving what can’t last?, perhaps a little bit trust may be… that angry gravy eyes you stare wi… burst in horror!,

Souls Are With Us

All beautiful things are made at n… the moon summons the stars to play… Jazz sounds better when it is play… The ocean streams louder and majes… At night fire burns proudly and vi…

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Amidst All Fairness

What horror have the earthly natur… How amuse are the fetish majors or… Mostly are the fault of the epipha… painted walls of idiocy and tears… I will be cautious to fetch the ro…

When in battle We know men But not fully, We know men that Folds up their sleeve

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Give me A guitar With No strings, Mouth me

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I call you Art Beautiful, interesting Expressive, talented And yet so delicate.

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Only If You Could jump Out

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I stumble, I stand, I sit and I… Every-time i think about your soft… And the smirks on your face Whenever you are bored, scared or… Sometimes i glaze through the glas…

In life we prepare for tomorrow no… Just like a judge, We mend or break hearts And just like a bad dream, We focus on waking up.

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Oh God What would Do Without My hands,

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You don’t need Grades To do this Everyone does it And it

Tomorrow is a pretense Which you have to consciously Bel…

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As hours goes by Dawn after dawn Season after seasons And tears mapping face, I’m still fading.