She sang to your rhythm over and over,,
Chose your nonchalant self against possibilities,,
Gave up island comfort for your deep ocean adventures,,
With her heart presently like stapled petals,,
Not minding the overflowing of the sun radiation,,
Nor the morning call from the wild,,
She doesn't regret drinking from the blood stream,,
Only hoping never to have another taste,,
For the tale have grown into a nightmare,,
And a demon she wish has gone extinct...
Okwuosa Maryjacob,,
okwuosamj.gmail.com
08063819442
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