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Mar 2020
Without rush she walks down the aisle,
my heart skips a beat
Graceful her every stride,
my mind trapped in disbelief

Not very long ago she was mine,
Not very long ago I was hers
Now I belong to the crowd

And she?,
now she belongs to him
Written by
Tatenda Ncube  26/M/World
(26/M/World)   
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