Clemens Naobeb Biography

We are a son to them, to one
In their image and likelyness
on their bosoms we cried for love
their cracked nipples have satiesfied our hunger
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When the heart bleeds
love adsconds
replace by hate so big
it destroy's the joy of living
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In this world two women lives
whom I love without regard
Images of them my mind depicts
part of me that never leaves
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