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Feb 2017
I never knew i had a brain till a neighbour told me, i had lost it
All i knew was that the drum in my chest needed to be silenced,
"Sweet Forsaken Angels in my presence; lead me to Oblivion; a road of loneliness"
I once seeked attention, but now i've learnt my lesson, THE CLOUDS ABOVE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE WATERS THAT RUN FROM MY EYES
drops were meant to fall, Vapourised; i lost my sight of it all
WILL I ALSO CONTRIBUTE TO THE DUST WHEN I DIE?
Certainly, but I PLANTED A LEGACY THAT HAS OUTGROWN MANY SHORT TREE,
I SHARE NO SENTIMENT WITH THE MINDS THAT FIND MY WORK UGLY
"SWEET FORSAKEN ANGELS SURROUNDING ME FROM DIFFERENT ANGLES
TAKE AWAY ALL MY EMOTIONS,
THROW THEM IN THE SKY,
LET IT RAIN
AND
LET EVERYBODY BE PUNISHED WITH THE NEVER ENDING LOVE
THAT I HAD ALL MY LIFE!"
Allan Mzyece
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Allan Mzyece  M
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   Zulma and Γ‰milie Murray
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