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Listen to the rhythm of my speech,
And the melody of my diction.
Have I exhumed the rampant,
Dead and dormant attraction?
Have I pernetrated t..
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I am very fond of death,
Than to propel without love.
I've got this Ish going on,
Honey alone i'm just a momish,
I am hungry for love,
But your..
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He dives into
the night and tastes the colours of darkness;
He
remains in disguise of the web of darkness,
Like a black spider, star burst ..
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It is facile to distort a summer’s rod, but at times thorns impede the possibilities.Time is the only non-renewable but eternally existing resou..
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When the vintage
trees wilt ahead
And the native pillar walls
keep tumbling down,
The silence is so loud and
clouding while tracing t..
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My eyes turn to red love balloons,
My heart to a network pole,
To which
my breath is WiF-ied to exhale data bundles.
Just s..
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Wathint’abafazi wantint’ imbokodo?
Bay’bamba ishisa, iqinile
njegogodo?
You strike women you strike a
ro..
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Why would a baby hold on to a teddy bear?
Why do people appreciate hugs?
Post this poem...
What my eyes has never seen,
My hands will hold,
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Not yet uhuru..In South Africa colonialism shake hands with racism Nepotism dines with poverty.Humanity is substituted by timidity thus fulfilled b..
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