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Apr 2015
It rained heavily - on my face
The wetness blocked his view - on my face
Skin to skin, wiping it away won't help
Oh how i hate pimples
The first thing my neighbor told me today when he walked into office was 'It has rained on your face'. Never felt sad!
Obscurity Thought
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Obscurity Thought  Uganda
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