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Mar 2014
Maybe by luck, By chance maybe,As fast as a duck, to my heart it came to be. Though too much for me to ****, I decided to let it be.

Separated by milliometers, divided by ductness. Sought and fought by haters, held stronger by heartlessness. Inside bright as stars, outside dull with hollowness. What it says deters and deprives of happiness.

I ran along by fate, to get it to be my mate. Solemnly my pride I ate, and to it I opened my gate. By luck it ****** my bait, and it I managed to get. Though it said to me wait, my fears to it I let. Because I feared to be late, an early bird myself I met. Thanks to my fearful date, undilligently I made it against its hate.

A wired soul, creased heart, a skinned spirit, playing foul, sins fat, found out about it. Serenity bowl, what a flirt. Did I mind it? Offcourse I did. Gabbered heat and thought myself a ***. With a mighty haul, i unhooked my love and away I got swift.
Mimisa Dickens
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Mimisa Dickens  Kenya
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