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Oct 2019
It was beautifully blinding like the morning light.
Wet eyes staring at your picture as the flames engulfed it.
Defeated I retreat to smoke out the pain,
Like a wounded lion dragging; what remains of its pride.
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
Written by
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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