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THE MASK
I can’t see
But I can dream
It’s like wearing a blindfold
On my brown eyes
I can’t watch, but I can feel
All these weird wild vibes
All these angelic faces around me
But those diabolic souls surround me
Are they real or are they fake?
It’s like watching a blue snowflake
Falling for smiles and grace
All night murdering for a race
I can’t wait
Ti...
Saturday 1st August 2020 12:02 pm
What a turn of fate!
While waiting
For a taxi
By a roadside
A young and
An energetic lad
Came and
Without courtesy
Pushed me aside
To take a ride
Hopping on
A minibus taxi,
Only for one
Occupant
A place had.
Before ebbs out
My vexation
Another taxi
Drew my attention.
I hopped in
Condemning a grave sin
The lad's action--
"Where is
his sense
of decorum,
Preached on
Religious and
Cultura...
Thursday 12th November 2015 2:44 pm
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