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Honestly You Are
A flesh air from heaven,
filled with the seasons of the sun,
sorrounded by green forest in town,
that's how your is built son.
I am a disturbing weather from hell,
built with desert I can tell
disgusting dust is what I smell,
it my heart that look so.
you carry a bible in youyr hands,
holding it tight in your arms,
moving slowly towards your destination,
and working with a good reason in your mind.
I kiss my gun before waking up,
I hold it tight as my life is it,
always in a hurryu with my eyes open,
running up to make and catch deals.
poem
by
Dickson Mseti
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