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May 2016
Pained by her actions
That cut through my skin like shards of glass,
That turn my skin into her own personal canvas..

I tell myself,
It will all be well one day..
I shall win her heart,
Some way...

Gave up my project,
Working hard to impress her,
I guess I shouldn't have been honest,
Should have used lies when I addressed her..
Marshal Matura
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Marshal Matura  Zimbabwe
(Zimbabwe)   
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