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Dec 2019
The sight of it, waters my mouth and quickens my pulse. Sealed and concealed to my eye, it calls for my soul. Weak and fragile it tames beasts and monsters. Addictive and cheap, yet it always leaves a knot in my belly.
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
Written by
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Sue Collins
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