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HATE AND LOVE by Olaoluwa Joseph Olumuyiwa


Hate and love are like two peas in a pod
Say Peace and War.
Hate and love; are two emotions
Twingling like two orbs; giving lovers hearts warmth

Say Peace and War
Love is an emotional phonecall- connecting tissues; breaking bonds
Twingling like orbs; giving lovers warmth

And succour to want, trust and feel secure.

Love is an emotional phonecall- connecting tissues; breaking bonds
Hate and love; are two emotions
Giving succour to want, trust and feel secure.
Hate and love are like two peas in a pod

© Joseph Olaoluwa 2016
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#pantoumpoetry


Olaoluwa Joseph Olumuyiwa is a poet, prosaist, scriptwriter and freelance journalist. At present he is a final year student of the department of English, OAU Ile-ife, Osun state. He loves reading, writing and listening to music and loves seeing words as a means of expressing his thoughts, fantasies and wishes.
He is a passionate and seasoned speaker interested in Marketing, Logistics and Public Relations.

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