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Nov 2020
Fuming with rage , ink splashing.
A world so loud, a tainted canvas.
In need of a friend, a forest.
To listen, when low and trickling.
To listen, when spilling and roaring.
A river in the midst of the jungle.
A fire through the night.
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
Written by
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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