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May 2020
Mayday mayday
I hit herb on the wrong Thursday
Now my thoughts are a pandemic to my head
I don't need to make sense
Let the words dance
In no particular rhythm
Let the world freeze
Just give it reason
From a soul alone n bleeding
Keep on  keep on singing
when your mind and soul are free. flying high.
joel jokonia
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joel jokonia  26/M/zimbabwe
(26/M/zimbabwe)   
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