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May 2022
partial of what his world revolved,
believed a culture of what beholds,
every heart has availed to his hands
of countless souls that he intertwined.

a cupid played the lyre in genteel,
rather than his usual mystic bow and arrow,
the sweet sound of what he fancies,
a pursuit that he finally found refuge.
oh my cupid
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   Khoisan
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