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Nov 2020
All my friends disappeared with night
I can't wait to retire, to care for; to be cared for.
To starve, a shot in the dark.
A lifeless system, numb to core.
Caring more to be loved, has all my love.
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
Written by
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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