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18 Joyce B. Ashuntantang When I knew I was in love with you When I knew I was in love with you You were not even there. My feet embraced the dust of your childhood And I saw the beggar who appears in your adult dreams. I even caressed the grave of she who gave birth to you. In the growing pillars of what you now call home, Your name parted my lips And I followed my voice to the penthouse That’s where I told the wind ‘‘This must be love; I must be in love. Oh snap! I am in love...’’ ...

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