Ebi Robert (6 feb 1990 / Yenagoa(Niger Delta))
Treasure Base Of The Night
Twan, die and dance around.
This very glare has a fine moon.
Rested above the tone.
Twan die and dance around.
They said am mad for writing.
And mad for trusting on rhymes.
Twan dies for dance.
The blinded moon is who?
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