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Aug 2015
I am NOT obsessed,
Yet you are the only one on my mind,
As I type meaningless words in the dark hoping to make you understand,
Hoping to let you see a glimpse or a glimmer of the depths of my feelings,
Which I believe rival the ocean-containing just a smidge less pollution.
Feelings hot as the sun,
Burning bluer than the sky,
Burning the heart and mind that contains them-
Burning, burning, burning.
The agony becomes ecstasy.
The ecstasy becomes insanity.
But even if this love makes me this crazy… I would like another round.
Ayanda Joe Munikwa
Written by
Ayanda Joe Munikwa  Harare, Zimbabwe
(Harare, Zimbabwe)   
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