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Jan 2018
Tears freely flew
Fond the feeling grew
Words spoken a ruin
Needed here was a win
With no run
I found myself in the rain
Drenched I reasoned
" She will be happy,
if my face stopped being all this gloomy"
Poet Nathan
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Poet Nathan  19/M/Nairobi -Kenya
(19/M/Nairobi -Kenya)   
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