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Sep 2017
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
If we continue this way, the future is bleak.
Be ye drunk with the spirit
Here we are drunk with whiskey.
Sensuality burning hot even in sleep
With corrupt minds open to sin
She walks in and contaminates
With venomous eggs hatching death…
I wish the flesh couldn't inspire me to lust and boast myself when high or drunk.
Michael Theophilus Masimbira
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Michael Theophilus Masimbira  25/M/Africa
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