Ebi Robert (6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))
A GEM SPEAR
Tip-toe tints tent teach me
steps and stamp me to blood.
Spiting on me spirits for it.
Feet, faster than fowls flood.
Thus she focus on him of free verse cord.
Simp gem capital catapults inn.
There are two spear and two seats present.
One for her, the huntress of zood.
Another for the male adversary of dood.
There they drop their swords on the sand
and the dust evaporate to them discuss.
There she placed her Armour on his arm
When she gave him a gem spear.
That sink from his place to her spear.
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