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Demmi Dayo

Beyond Her



Staring at the printed blues, spread

Like the maps of the universe, ahead

Stands the churches' mother, unsaid

Commitment spreading undead,

Throughout every direction in head.


Closed eyes talking, reaches

Out with hands, features

Every connection of ideas,

Art having its speeches.


Narratives of its beauty and finesse, all

Brings up the memory reel it can recall.

Reigning even with the evolution to install,

Shining the heart within the city walled.


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