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Jan 2018
You asked for the impossible
And I drew blood from my well,
Quenching your twilight thirst, sweet sweet slices of my being.
Honey I birthed you, breathed life into you
Nurtured you from my chest.
Made your pillow on my *******.
They ache when you're done and so does my heart,
Coz I see when your belly shine you don't need me no more.
Women of my kind don't care about your pockets but your dreamy eyes and healing attention.
Just your loving arms and your soothing voice.
Just your nobodyness, naked personality and your barren garden to our rain so you don't benefit from our pain.
Harvest my organs if you have to,
Don't love me of you don't want to,
Shun me as you please,
but all I ask is understanding.

Nobody ever gave me that.
Naash
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Naash  20/F/Pretoria-South Africa
(20/F/Pretoria-South Africa)   
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