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Mar 2020
My honor got loose like a cutting net
But Projected  a basket in my mind ,
could not hold thoughts.
I once held  a condolence visits  to
Everyone  who has stolen  freedom,
like old Lucifer speaking to my heart.
Old page of my past
Timon chukwuonu
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Timon chukwuonu  28/M/Lagos
(28/M/Lagos)   
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