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RuexPoemx
23/F/Zimbabwe Poetry is my religion.
its sad, how i am forced to fake. behind the veil its hurtful. sometimes i drop a hint, hoping you will notice and make a move, sometimes its you dropping a hint, only to make a joke of it, that's the moment i choke. How do i spill the words? when my tongue is numb when my upper lip trembles, when my voice is shaken, Only shame remains! Shame! Some nights i am sleepless feeling less relevant, my heart getting heavier, It's a matter of time when i will crash seeing my crush escaping with Ann-other.
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Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
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