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Mythical Beings

We were told stories Stories of the hunter demon Haunting our children In the dark of the moon The faceless beast A silhouette in the night With a visage defined only By juvenile imagination Creeping along our dark spines And halting body movement It feeds off our fear. An African pennywise. A reality or mirage? An illusion or memory? None can verify the truth Of the legendary ojuju Calabar

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Date: 11/10/2019 2:19:00 AM
If they're in our heads and in our guts... then what has wings will fly... Who knows...
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