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zoe
A real african women
I was but a boy
Bewildered by her beauty
This love deemed sickly
By those other men
Her eyes saw nothing but my
soul
And in there dwelled a man
Trapped as a child
I enslaved by time
That i could never fold
The illusion of love slipping from
my fingers
That we couldn't be lovers
Drowns me to no end
As all I am now is a friend
Inlove with a mirage of you.
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