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#62

She Her and Everything That Hurts


There will come a day when SHE appears.

 

You will see him in a picture and the hand interlocking his will not be yours.

The lips pressed against his cheek will be the bright red that...

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#63

Groping upon days

NOTE: when the sun goes down and darkness approaches we are self imminent of fear of things of immorality, and as to avoid it that nights mostly caress banes.

While also the sun is not...

Groping upon days    by Ogbenigho A.G

 

When  the sun drop like a dead warrior

Groping upon his days in land

He never reach afore by mirrior

Look from heads to his hand

Disfigurement of gory battling relics

 

When the sun...

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#64

dark snow

it all about beauty/belles so proud and pompous which led to the death of her intoxicated lover. What inspired: the same I.e I have also be in love with girls , girls Belle...
the old infant day sweep My bed close to thee's I weep Am a as low as the cloud Neither I jump or sit in sands Sure since several sins sound Dewing down Darling I know All them are your...

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#65

Messenger


When all you seem to be understanding is the truth You realize how all your words to those who don't see are nothing but sucker punches  Blows to the face from a stranger...

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#66

Claim


How

can you claim

to be innocent

when innocent

doesn't know

who you are

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#67

Reaper


I am the grim reaper I'm coming out with you ,.. I'm sitting on your shoulder to see what I can do I'll be very quiet you will not know I'm there ,...I'm armed...

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#69

Insidious


Negativity is not always overtly depressive, Positivity is not always overtly happy. Negativity eats away, piece by piece. It hides in the banal. Its disguised by layers of colour, Noise, applause. Negativity is drip fed, unnoticed. The bland The ordinary The acceptable Even the...

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#70

The Rain

I was sitting on my chair watching the rain shower my windows and I thought about how much of an impact rain has on me.
The rain falls all over us and it touches our heads and it brushes our hair with souls from the sky. It shines on us bringing thunder and light yet we are scared of its might and...

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