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written by: Phlammes


The route to evil it seems, but the very tool
for actualization it is, recycled in bulks of
prints, serially nurtured by the law, being
exhibited for diverse motives.

The most measure of worth and values.
nothing more than what everyone seeks
to own in their names, procured in dots of
three's, six's, nine's and more.

Figured in threads of numerical readings.
infinite like depths of the ocean, surplus in
zeroes, uniformed to its bearer's buoyancy,
just like one fits in the picture.

Designed in currencies of distinct arts.
smooth on the Pam's in explore of life's
greatest treasures, the very zeal and drive
for a life worth living for.



Am Oluwafemi Aderemi, 27yrs of age, from Lagos Nigeria. I developed this flair for poems and creative write-ups, right from my infancy. Though I wasn't privileged to make professional pursuit of the art field, due to pressures by my parents wanting me to toe the commercial line. Still I never gave up the flair, steady I kept strings with my innate passion, by using my spare times in making poems, rhymes and creative write ups.

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