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Dear love

It was beautifully blinding like the morning light. Wet eyes staring at your picture as the flames engulfed it. Defeated I retreat to smoke out the pain, Like a wounded lion dragging; what remains of its pride.

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Written by

Simba

28 / M / Zimbabwe

For You?

Written by

Simba

28 / M / Zimbabwe

Published: Oct 27, 2019
LinesWords: 437

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