The face behind the poem

I believe this is the most sacred state of man. When sleep comes and takes it all from your demanding hands. Ease the toil. Therefore where a man lays his head is a temple, and who he chooses to share it with. A fellow worshipper.
This is my face. Not much. Just enough. Those eyes, they’re red like that a lot. Not from whiskey. I see a lot of things that make my soul bleed into my eyes.
But this is my face. Not much. Just enough.~Adewumi Godwin 

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I can never get enough of his words.

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