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I'm TETTEH the MUSE // words are what i use // to your heart am like the fuse // without me you will see abuse.// Words make and unmakes // remember the 'let there be's...'

Wednesday, 9 September 2015


That sky cried wind into my being
I wallowed blindly in myself
To search the water in me
To hold me down to this earth.

The sun dried the river in me
Empty am I in myself.

Windy blood in my veins.
I exist in torments scaled on me
I hold my pain to the thin air-
cried by the sky,
Wind to wind-
Blown away!

~~~Nene Tetteh Adusu~~~

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