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this ripe, fair skin...
This morning, I could not properly bottle
my thoughts. I had no place to sit down...
You leave me in ruins
and at the end of each...
There is sorrow in
knowing the best...
you thought it ended,
and that you fell...
you
won’t...
My Mhamo is beautiful,
her eyes sparkle...
can I be silent, tonight?
look how you laugh without me...
there's a leak somewhere
in the dining room, as rain...
Nothing's new.
I'm coating you with words again...
A
month of...
Music perished into dust
as I paused for a moment...