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Nov 2018
I speak from the chasms of rage
So You will hear the echoes of every word I say.
To you with blind eyes and an active tongue,
I am cracking open this pod of pain,
And making you sinister promise.
I will simply be parasitic
Believe me
On your pain I will feed
Yes I grow strong, I bloom from every drop of your tears.
HOWARD MWABA
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HOWARD MWABA  28/M/zambia
(28/M/zambia)   
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