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Black Wednesday

I recollect the dark nights, worst nights, worst days, Dem nights, black Wednesday,
My happiness that nightfall was the worst and last case I would love not to recollect,
Damn! I couldn’t kip! I couldn’t have those fantasy dreams of Mars either!
That wasn’t what I wanted or wished for neither hoped for,
Damn! I was feeble, moist, and above all, agony, 
That’s when! I needed Princess #8ryan’z fingers, to fill the gaps in between mine, I got none,
That’s when! I needed soft words which shouldn’t have broken my bones, I got a few,
That’s when! I needed Orisons, I got many reaching through to the end of my eyes,
With all that, still I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat, couldn’t do a thing on black Wednesday,
But Hey! My life was already surrounded by good wines that gave me wide hope,
And later on, the next nightfall, I flourished in wander land, 
Now, that I don’t want to talk about it, 
Ama do some changes ‘Cause black Wednesday has been set free as a marked mural.

In Memory of Aunt Auke

© T.m.T.s   

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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