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Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
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Upon naked skin I write. Upon the ardent expanse which covers me and accompanies me throughout life’s journeys. Upon my pores a pleat a portrait of abrasions. Upon the gashes outlines of a filigree of scars. Upon this silent collapse which sometimes reacts to caresses. Oh, the wail! which in other women invokes absence. Upon…