Good night Abeni! But in case you refuse to Let go of the galore in the snow garden With the speaking flowers and jesting torns, I'll help you tell Baba that You had worried about him since He left his scar unattended to Thinking the giant bee will sting Him and defecate sweetness on it. I'll also tell afokóyerí that you challenged Her to a battle of relevance and relativity. I'll tell her of your boast to turn her upside-down And pull of her rib for trinity digestion. I'll tell the cloud of your wishes, I'll tell her of your deepest fear, I'll tell her to form the face of Your mother and make her happy That she can get to breastfeed you again. And if you wake up, I'll sing the song of atótó-arére To the cow skin of your ear, Eulogizing the skin of your palm And the scalp of your gìgísè. I'll remind you still of the Wickedness of the sixth day creation. I'll yet remind you of your true self. Of the images you paint o...
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