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WELCOME VISA

My fears becomes his melody
Dancing to beats produced by my heart
The gnash of my teeth, his dance step
My legs know no reverse nor halt but forward
Every steps becomes signet of skull
Every scream of help becomes ballad
I became gay!
Every steps a dance of thriller *Jackson
We dine in a cubicle of skull
Eye sockets as tea cups
Shoulder blade as chop-stick
What's your name I asked cordially
He unmasked, sobbing and smiling
Hello son? Like the voice of the deities
Call me your welcome visa
More than a dream!
An attempt to pray, then he tendered;
VISA GRANTED as heading
WELCOME VISA as name
His portrait as signet
©oladecious
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