Kenneth Boitshepo Biography

I'm the injury of love,
Road of darkness,
My sweet words,
Smooth talking,
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A sweet feeling of great
fondness taste like sugar,
Not sour.
Out here we have love-sick youth,
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I see no future amongs us,
Doomed youth indeed,
Light to guide us we need,
Jail is overcrowded,
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Dead thoughts
Fertiling fossils
Like a recycle bin
Menopausing minds of those
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Dreams faint, as i start to feel
Her absence in my heart
Minds played games,
Love is unknown.
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