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My poor soul And slave of love or pain That the mind does not cover In fear of revenge Minds and ye fruitful In captivity sludge debris Our dinner at ye Between the shoulders in the breeze Breasts enraged loneliness That afflicted not succored the heart When starved almost for nothing In the vastness of the moonlight Street with bodies bring near The deep love of hurt. Sanjo Muchanga
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 04:43:08 +0000

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