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Uncategorized Unspoken I woke up before the sun And wanted all of Your seventy-five kilograms, Your stretch marks, your blemishes…
Poetry,Random Thoughts,Writing August Child AUGUST CHILD I was born to an African welcome, A song and a spontaneous dance, Undiluted genuineness, The proud smile…
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