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Apr 2018
I had to leave,
I had nothing left to give.
Your lust,
Had become your must.
Your unsatiated desires,
Became quagmires.
Your continued demands,
Hollering reprimands,
Had left me hollow ,
Empty with nothing but sorrow.
Too much of anything is not good.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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