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baedigile maamogwa


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25 april 2012

Orphan words

Her taste she never breastfeed me
His briefcase too empty to teach me
his her lover too dry to reach me.

wish I had  Her eyes
my binoculars would look deep in life
See success and make it my wife,
I could imagine the head headind to death
Never gonna ask about father let it be cause
I never had a mother

In a lost planet,
no shoes are too big,
no footprints to follow,
pains make the future hollow,
this tears of sorrow,
blind my tomorrow,
days mono
motto,

Aborted then Adopted
Empty walls all those doors,
could not talk
It is so painful I am so alive and the world is on Pause
All this statues just walk.
orphan words often hurts.






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