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Sep 2020
All you asked of me,
was to be taken somewhere, anywhere;
and all you did was worry about getting there.
Sadly we never got there,
and all I ever wanted,
was pleasure that comes with the pursuit;
not the destination.
Like two strangers on the road to nowhere.
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
Written by
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo  24/M/Zimbabwe
(24/M/Zimbabwe)   
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