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A Darker Shade...(Sequel of The Shallows)

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"Mandy! Mandy! Mandy!"
Two clocks the time,
She came running,delighted to hold that pen,
Blissful that she might have me speak.
"Please write", I begun...
I read through the shallows,my heart soared,
Soared because it felt like me.
Like that poet lent my very voice.
Mandy please do write,
I'll give it a darker shade,for there's still much to write.


I fumble with the key,
A part of me wants to remain locked in,
Locked in knowing no one would replace me,
I know it's a dream! One in wildest of them.
He did call...
Yes he called when he received my letter.
Strangely, I couldn't figure his voice.
I never thought to forget that voice,
The one that spoke my favorite lies,
"I love you",
"I miss you",
Yeah and this too..."You're my world."
Haha...lies I held dear.


"He said all of that?", Mandy awed
" Oh Mandy, please write..."
The lies I once cherished, all void of meaning.
Perhaps....
Just perhaps, he craved vengeance.
When he began the torture, I'd ask...
"haven't you had your fill yet?"
Then he called a lot I began to wonder..."Was he so desperate a man?"

Mandy...
Please write me a poem,will you?
A poem that speaks of revenge,lies,deception..
Hurdles around hate and love.
But don't you think Mandy...
That love and dinosaurs have much in common?


Okunlola Azeezat Olayinka _Zeeyola

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