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Doubt draws a diagram for my soul to see.
Fastened to fate, my soul couldn’t flee.
Despair with a dentition that deceives my heart.
I fell like a seed, my root got trapped by earth.
The blade of my belief has suddenly gone blunt.
Surely, hope has fallen a victim of small fonts.
Hesitancy with a hold the sleeves of a decision.
Futility also flings her fangs with utter precision.
Doubt with a deliberate determination to deliver.
The Chinese fable of a little horse and a river.
Lanre Badmus
The Poetic Assassin
Mississippi USA
January 2026
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