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Mar 2022
His bruised manhood Willed him to the stage,he was not Smithen with the joke, he let rip on another bro.
The audience clapped and his ego
danced - moments later it tore him
to pieces with regret. I too should
slow time down before pressing
the upset button. Regret tastes
like crude oil mixed with rusted nails.
Emmanuel Phakathi
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