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Mo(u)rning candles And these poems are a museum of me no matter how beautiful and ugly the prints fit your shoes. I carry my body an ocean so you can vast your wing about the blueness of my reflection. My body is a beach tiding grief even if I cough the yellowest sun. No matter how hard I burn bright, I can't put off these shadows. Or stop making teeth off their bones. How do I tell the world that y'all going to the same place you came from? From dawn to dawn again and everything melts into dew. Highly damned I hated happening to myself since I will have to pay my hands if the result comes empty-handed. How holy can curl sharp on a tongue— how bitter I burnt when it broke chain off my voice box. I melted into a puddle and waved to dawn's peace— how much dust you can gather when your body is an hourglass my heart ticking me there. Every breath I take collapses a grain through the walls of my chest— I've seen enough of the past to call the window a mirror —A reflection threw into the future Biography; Oladejo Abdullah Feranmi is a Veterinary medicine student at the University of Ibadan, Nigeria, a submission reader at the sea glass literary magazine, and an editor for the incognito press. Pursuing his enthusiasm for poetry, He has his works published/forthcoming in Gone Lawn, Brave Voices Magazine, and a few more. He tweets from;@oaferanmi
Fevers of the Mind 
“My body is a beach tiding grief
even if I cough the yellowest sun. No matter
how hard I burn bright, I can’t put off
these shadows. Or stop making teeth
off their bones.”
Two GREAT poems, Oladejo.
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