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Jan 2020
Promises made are broken easily
You left these scars for me to heal
You left this pain for me to ache
You weren't a dream neither real
It was about a single touch
a peek into your eyes to feel
the fire that lights up the heart
It was about the hurt
not about the love or the heart,
and the tension and the heat
I'll forever remember to forget
The ache and hurt and pain onset
by that fragrance and a whisper
its_muthoni itate.
the_untold
The Untold
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The Untold  F/Somewhere in Africa
(F/Somewhere in Africa)   
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