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CROUCHING TIGER... - Olamide Santos
You are my bottle of pain - bitter and sweet
A creative potion
Sourly, sugary, saline tears you are
You inspire me but hold me back
Let me loose and I’ll serenade your senses
Loving you till death do us part
Pain and laughter are songs composed in the heart
But like a broken string of a guitar.
I can hurt you when I’m broken
Strung, I give the sweetest vibes
After the damage we can mend fences
A heaving volcano I am
Fighting to cage my eruption
But all I ever emit is fumes and smoke
I've never given my all thus far
My emotions are my literal tiger, you say
My words are life and death - I slay
My words carry oily eloquence
My words are fire
Will I kindle this fire in my own pond of oil?
Will I slay my human consciousness for creativity's sake?
Olamide Santos
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