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Feb 22
Countless as stars
Like soil is on the ground
Unnoticed when done & with time becomes our pride
Reluctant we are, always not wanting to admit the wrong we've done
**** even when we try, mistakes still follow us
Guess it's a tough journey that ends when the soil claims ownership over us once more
With the wind being our mode of transportation to our next course or universe
Namansa James Joel
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Namansa James Joel  21/M/Kireka
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