Friday, May 25, 2012

Love Monster Comments

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I tune myself on like a shortwave; appreciate my ballad
My affection is like a soft sanity texture, taste it like an italian salad
Language foreign, it crossed her ears like a train whistle
Reality blurry like she read my emotions from a scrambled epistle
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Dennis Mzwakhe Pitso
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