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Nov 2019
Sometimes...
I just pray because I have
Made my own protocol...
Frankly..
I am thirsty for your Call..
Sometimes..
I just feel like I have won
This battle...
No!
I don't like this medal..
I wasn't expecting  'Bronze'..
Pause!
No hands of applause..
Not really that....
I was  expecting 'Gold'
But for me..
That would be a great Goal..
You know that I fully commit myself.
I even gnaw..
Let me just bow..
It seems like I am unfolding
Too much now...

Buven ThePoet
Buven ThePoet
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Buven ThePoet  21/M/Phalaborwa
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