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Dec 2015
Confusion parading through my mind.
Word had been always of elders.
I can easily be gone for entirely.
It's nolonger possible to stay,
Where poverty is the order of myself.
I hope one dawn,
It shall be over,
And come back home.
Allan Marisamhuka jr
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Allan Marisamhuka jr  25/M/Harare,Zimbabwe
(25/M/Harare,Zimbabwe)   
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