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kgothatso-malope
Johannesburg, South Afric Kgothatso Malone is a poet born and bred in Johannesburg, South Africa. I fell in love with poetry at the age of 12 while writing tiny cute poems. Then in High School I got introduced to performance
Stay with me Do not look at the world for guidance For the world is waiting to ****** you, With claws out like A cat in danger, Stay with me, You are great, Pray with me, Blush with me, Tell me how sweet a morning message Sounds after a great sleep, Love me, Smile, Love me, Do not try to write me out, Flatter me. Stay with me. I know I might be a burden, But please try to relate, These spaces between my brain and skin aren't in a good state, I'm fighting to live, I need you, I love you... You do not need to lay with me... Just... Stay...
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Stay With Me
Ice cream I scream coldness Milky way Dairy I saw a fairy playing around my tongue I hung my hand around the couch I stood still, Watched my spirit unchanged Back to a little innocent child The young Kgothatso The one that walked 5 miles just to see where the rainbow ends Me the young me The adorable Kgothatso Ice cream I scream beauty Words and scent Ice cream Fairy dusts in my tongue Dairy products in my stomach Ice cream
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
Ice Cream
Ice cream I scream coldness Milky way Dairy I saw a fairy playing around my tongue I hung my hand around the couch I stood still, Watched my spirit unchanged Back to a little innocent child The young Kgothatso The one that walked 5 miles just to see where the rainbow ends Me the young me The adorable Kgothatso Ice cream I scream beauty Words and scent Ice cream Fairy dusts in my tongue Dairy products in my stomach Ice cream
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
Ice Cream
She has an exquisite smile She makes my day She makes me My breath has shaken hands with gasping She has my heart clawed close to hers I lost my yearn for nasty When I saw those flirty eyes That renounce my spirit from other feminists Her look transcends me into a Mordent day oblivion I yearn for her She's the first Angel I think about And the last love story I concoct Judge me not on my feelings I am still healing I Am human I am one with myself Relate me not with the universe For my wings have fallen Silently into pieces of feelings Love
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
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