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I wanted to know what would happen next. I was young and innocent.The pains of growing up are heavy, because every new day means another sin. I wish I could go back and play with toys and barbies in the back yard. With age I am losing myself, with many secrets to hold on.I want…
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A simple ode
I feel the desolation of a desert my ticker is so heavy with affection to find the oasis to quench this inclination, the one with the power can’t say hello to being my hero, aimless like a zero I rest my agony on the pillow.Prattling to the moonto beacon upon this fondness within this strange…
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Kalungi Kenneth Jackson Poetry. 