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written by: Odonko-ba



Her anger
Virulent as a
Southern storm in summer
Roars and rages invectives, her
Eyes, flashes of lightning,
Swift daggers dispatching slivers of
Resonates unrequited love
Desiccation of hearts
Cold frigid and destroyed
A wasteland of memories
Strewn in mud
Where love is void
Only an empty cavity of hope
Susceptible to
A masquerade of lies



I might not be the smartest apple to fall from the tree but believe me, the resonance of my impact resoundingly reverberates the tree stirring emotions and messaging egos in quiet retribution. I am a moody anti-social introvert. Meaning: I Trust No One. My best friend is myself. My companion ~ my dog.
I write because I must. It is my life-line. My Beacon in a world cloaked in darkness, steadfast upon destruction, blinded by their own selfish needs...I write because I must, to maintain my sanity in an otherwise insane world.
Welcome to my humble sanctum

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