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Seventy seven days by Dimakatso Sedite

by Dimakatso Sedite   I once had dis babé.. I’ll be seeing you soon babé He’d murmur down my throat straight to my pot and seat of memories of tomorrow – but babé never did. Maybe babé got broke high

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