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Pleased To Meet Me

Sipho M

i stepped into the meeting place,

past the corridors of my heart.

greeted, as i entered.

there,

emotions parked near the entrance,

no one was there, but i

i locked eyes with i,

gave a nod to i,

as i tapped to the resident-band’s

pumping and drumming in haste,

nerves applauded

the deflowering of a confrontation virgin.

never been here before,

with i in conversation, in a long time,

coerced to be alone,

locked down alone,

to gather alone,

pleased to meet me.

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