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Nov 2016
I saw her again...
The one that could have shown me what love is.
The one who could have put some direction on my lost ship.

But as you know,
Every time I pick up this pen, it's to bleed ink.
When dark thoughts is all I ever think.

To cut the story short,
The ending appears to be tragic.
Don't quite know when I'll experience it but you're never really ready for it.
Bongani Moyo
Written by
Bongani Moyo  Johannesburg
(Johannesburg)   
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