H.I. Virus
The immune killer derived from a moment’s pleasure. Whether it is a split second, minutes or an hour, it holds a certain indescribable power.
So you see because it is sworn to secrecy it remains a silent killer, a thriller in the mind ever delusionized.
Subconsciously divided into truth versus reality is where it lies. I’d rather not tell and in a tortoise’s pace parish, slowly vanish…
And in-between my last hours and thoughts I look back at my faults…
Had I put a condom on I would probably live on to witness a better life for us all, Had I Had Protection On…
poem by Thato Maluleka
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