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Jun 2017
See, once in a while, when I find a pattern in someone's heart that matches my beat,
I become a hunter.
But my hands are too empty for me to say I gather.
And cupid has this thing of pointing me to girls who are already taken, girls I call by name while another man calls them mine.
I'm still searching for a girl who carries the whole solar energy in her eyes.
Then in my life, I will fear God, and the fact that one day she will stare at me too much, I will burn.
Stan Gichuki
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Stan Gichuki  Nairobi
(Nairobi)   
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