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Oct 2021
I wander far and out, searching for the fix.
Sipping their remedy, lost and loved.
I found myself at the bottom of bottle.
Some hanging by the noose and I wander and wonder.
None of it matters, if your questions aren't answered.
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
Written by
Simbarashe Mupazviribwo  26/M/Zimbabwe
(26/M/Zimbabwe)   
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   Salmabanu Hatim
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