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Dec 2019
Staring at what seems like an unknown face
Trying to depict what looks like an unknown phrase
Checking my head aching it for an unknown place
Where I can settle and the words will flow freely
Am not just a cypher who writes words freely
Sometimes all I see and hear are only my words
Waiting on those  that will become my words
The pain behind the scribble is not just my words.
Aching mind and soul all because you are always on the verge of productivity
Written by
Mark kenny  27/M/Nigeria
(27/M/Nigeria)   
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