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Jul 2015
A friend of the night I am not connected to the moon I am not. morning used to to be my time but the pain felt ten fold in this pulsating vein tells me , I no longer am a child of the night seeking happiness under the moonlight.

She's miles away from me and we're stargazing together, this is why she's it. The nothingness may consume me but she has it beat, can help but let in the warm feeling into my heart, I love you and i never want this to end. Don't leave me ?
I can't.
Kwanele
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Kwanele  22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa
(22/Gender Nonconforming/South Africa)   
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