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Feb 22
When the poor man
Opened his eyes to see what he can
He met her eyes again
They glowed like fine gold
They welcome like you have found home
And everything vanished
But her eyes alone
And again the poor man
Was lost, bounced way out of realtime
joel jokonia
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joel jokonia  26/M/zimbabwe
(26/M/zimbabwe)   
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