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odonko-ba·September 20, 2016

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War

written by: Odonoko-ba

@odonkoba

I walk amongst demons of my past
vigilant of tomorrow’s monsters

a malcontent schizophrenic
drifting on the deadwood of souls

I exist
but to collect from
within the collection
of collected

recompense

of yesterday’s sorrows

correlating my existence
against
a backdrop of blood

I consume with despotic affair

NOTE:

Artwork – Markers by Felice Sharp

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