death
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How Jimi almost saved us all from Gumbanu 904 days old
The voodoo of your life begins to open doors To times we wish we hadn't missed Because we sat at home alone Without the dreams we could have worn Outright Or ...
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The morning after the day before. from Gumbanu 989 days old
[ ... ] to death too. The president, I was told, had always harboured the ambition to rid her country of the scum, shit, untouchables that held her ...
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poem for the crucified (with an itchy nose) from Gumbanu 1003 days old
[ ... ] await my death no longer For my mission is apparent here In this world I have one thing left And that is to become bereft Of this itch upon my nose ...
