kevin wekesa Poems

I miss her...i can actually taste her,
her presence is lacking...her attention-reducing,
i cant force it...i can only hope it, hope for her...
i look in it for a reflection...i notice its cracked,
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So alive...so soft, she smells nice and is pleasing to the senses,
all you can do or even think of doing is touch her...smell her...
she clads the brighest red...she stands out on pretences...
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