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Emmanuel George Cefai
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cap
on
his
head
the admiral
from
behind
the
cap
profuse
locks
entwined
with
a
rough
beauty
raw
with
tides
and spume
and
the
smell
of
salt
of
stormy
seas
and
Oceans of Awe
I
saw
you
on
the
vessel
but
that
be
hazy
for
I
was
in
bed
then
I
saw
your
body
that
was
hanged
silent
cry out
why?
why?
why?
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