You Are Not Satisfied
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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You are not satisfied with
The onslaught
That you made?
See my hands are trembling
And my skin
Renounced
The beauty of its youth
For wrinkling:
And my eyes dim
Even in day's light
Weep
Through the night
Before sleep piteous
Comes home to nurse
The pain and
Suffering of day.
You be not satisfied then?
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