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May 2017
I am,
Forsaken,
As a lost memory,
As death before birth.


I am,
A lost battle,
An end beckoned,
An adversary of light.


As The moon still shines
when the sun pretend to die
In the azure sky where blossoms have been strewn.
On me it shines not

with every gulp of courage, I ready my will.
A ticket to hell, my heart beat still.
The voice of the clock tells me its time to go.
A stumble into darkness, you may never know.

My flesh saw it's tearing apart.
There's no other life, sweetheart.
Screams and shouts I chanted
As the only joy I knew was enjoyed by the wicked.
clinton opah
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clinton opah  Lagos
(Lagos)   
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   Lior Gavra
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