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Mar 2015
I lost her..and her..and H.E.R.
I found myself swirled in a whirlpool of bad news  as  they consumed my light..
As they consumed my life
I resided to a some place between another's thighs,just to complement my highs and Damu shot eyes.
Rose like a flower on high tide,
I guess it was high time I realised the lies of reality.
The push and pulls of forbidden fantasies,
the sudden abortion of dreams when my heart was dropped to the ground and broke in slow motion,
the pieces of what she..she and S.H.E meant to me..until another comes and inglutinates those broken pieces.

The saviour who came and cast away my demons,
and she was not Jesus,
but his mother.
BangzIII X
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BangzIII X
       teenageoverdose, Tiana, ---, ahmo and Kwanele
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