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Mar 2021
May fall in love,
but I'm too afraid to fall for you.
Even as a giver,
my biggest fear is me not providing for you.
My role as man a task,
in life, don't really have much time to relax.

Casually living,
perhaps is me easily sinning.
With all the cursing and pleading,
I hope in my season of love it will be springing.
Odd Odyssey Poet
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Odd Odyssey Poet  25/M/Zimbabwe
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