Faceless love, like strawberries of a fading night
deeds done on a hurried night,
I wish that i dont get stuck on yesterday for all i know
tommorrow may never come! ! ! ! !
Facelove
sight of my faceless love is what reassures me that
love still exists.
thus i thrive on with my faceless love,
in stolen moments in a hurried sacred moment.
These deeds are done secretly

Njube Nangamso

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