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Mar 2018
I love you in the darkest hours,
where my heart is pierced like voodoo dolls,

Under the spell of Eros - love is tantamount to the forbidden fruit,

But I can't help it when I wear the thoughts of you like a nightcap,

Thought you of turns my pillowcase into a dreamcatcher,
So when daylight breaks I won't remember you like a nightmare.
LT Lethabo
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LT Lethabo  22/M/South Africa
(22/M/South Africa)   
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