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May 2015
His voice is music to my ears,
His eyes are the mirrors for mine,
His hair is the cusion for my hand,
His chest is my pillow,
His hands are my holders,
His height is my shield,
His nose is the thief of my breath,
His lips are my crazy candy addiction,
His name is my man..
Tapiwa Individualist
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Tapiwa Individualist  F/Zambia
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