Thanduxolo's Words
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When hearts 💕 shakes, Broken Pieces, the colour shades but tainted. Where hope is found but death lingers for hope lost.
Words rushing from mind to finger tips, typed as tiles to furnish walls. All hope lost and found, cries with and without tears, have found their way to pen, and air their glories.
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