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Feb 2018
She was mine then she was not. And now all those men look at her hungry. And all I can do is just stand here and watch as she slowly slips away
She is a trophy to them all
Moeshfiekah
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Moeshfiekah  19/F/Cape town
(19/F/Cape town)   
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         Siphumelele, J, NuBlaccSoul, Neo and Oni Olusegun
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