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Twenty-one grand

Twenty-one grand
One risk, an unlimited open route to disaster.
Two mistakes, an eternal end of hope
Despair rose over the horizon of my hustles
My efforts gasp for breath, I got chocked.
Death was not an option, it was far beyond my view
Life breathed hell through it nostrils
One hell of a night went rampage on me like a century
I could have spent my last drop of blood to change my fate if I knew about this day.
Theft was my priority option- I was ready to carry the stains
But how could I carry such scars for the rest of my life?
I journeyed me through series of thoughts
Gosh! Twenty-one grand.
How? I mean how was it possible to produce such an amount withing two hours?
Huh, the toughest task my life has passed through.
Twenty-one grand?
I made a thousand and more calls, with blunt replies
But, this one call. the most glorious of all calls.
It came like I was in the mines searching for a ruby
Instead of the precious stone my digger mouth hit hard a diamond.
Now, who is twenty-one grand?
Written by sektioN8ty (King Sammy)
Published | Edited 28th Mar 2017
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