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Jan 2
the moment I lay my eyes on you,
it was like putting another stone on stomp,
I buried your soul from the first heavy stair
like I'm extracting your innocence,
this is how I became a fisher of men.
Using words to finish what lord made.

All we do is Catch fish.
The mall, Campus even the street are the only occean we live in.

Next.
I decided to use a first person narrative, hoping it will be more intimate.
Bongani 'Malambule' Sibanyoni
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Bongani 'Malambule' Sibanyoni  25/M/South Africa
(25/M/South Africa)   
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   laura, Perry and M-E
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