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We live to wear Furrows gather everywhere Life seems a torment Blood via veins,a current Ageing Rhythms of steps incoherent Miseries lucid and inherent Bent knees torture speed Pains lead and bones heed Ageing Resurrects old habits Cravings wake in bits Nudge us to the margin At fringes hard to imagine Ageing Dredges up the … Continue reading Ageing

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Evils Don’t Exist

“Christiana! You won’t kill me o!” Iya Basira yelled loudly, as she stared disdainfully at the poor girl. Christiana suddenly fidgeted at the sight of being caught, as she hid in the small room of the canteen –it was the most secured part of the place in which they commonly called Store, because it was … Continue reading Evils Don’t Exist

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