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Apr 2017
it doesn't matter
how many times I fall,
or how many times I bleed
telling me not to love again?
never

for as long as it is not dead
but just broken,
this heart will always
Swim the oceans of love

the smell of roses
the bliss of touching skin
with the moon still young

for trust is but a risk
It must take

to find happiness
kayanja ronald edwin
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kayanja ronald edwin  25/M
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