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Jul 2021
Oh yes!
Bind and lock me up. He has declared me his,
sound the trumpets and ready the chariots.
oh Adam, my dear
You kiss the lips of an adulterous and leave me cold;
Mere words could never revive this decaying flesh.

YOU'VE TAINTED THE ******. KILLED YOUR MANHOOD
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Nonhlanhla Hlatshwayo
Written by
Nonhlanhla Hlatshwayo  F/South Africa
(F/South Africa)   
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