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Jul 2018
I can't believe I came face to face with an angel, an unsoothing fragrance filled the room, dressed in colors of the witch... momentarily my breath taken away as I marvelled the unparalleled doom. Death is inevitable yet again it feared to take me, it vowed to what I love the most. So excuse me if I spare you with hate, it's only love.
Mad dreams last night, though I may have failed to put it in a pleasant poetic manner I hope you understand
Banele Msimango
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Banele Msimango  26/M/Cape Town
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