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<h4>A poem by <strong><span class="has-inline-color has-luminous-vivid-orange-color">Kesego Olebogeng</span></strong> a.k.a <span class="has-inline-color has-luminous-vivid-orange-color"><strong>King Mufasa The Timeless Writer</strong></span></h4>
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<p>I like the little calm moments before the storm...<br>The genuine I Love You's.<br>The him sweeping me off my feet moments where I feel like all existence has stopped because the only thing that seem to be of much existence at that moment is the glitter in his hazel brown eyes that set<br>my heart on fire</p>
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<p>I like the little calm moments before the storm.<br>When we forget how much past mistakes weigh on us and my breath is the only thing that oposses caution against passion.<br>When passion seems more lucrative to making this me you thing work than anything people would put up to debate against the topic.</p>
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<p>I like the little calm moments before the storm<br>When you still meant alot to me and I alot to you but now because the storm hit I'm left stranded standing here alone amidst hurricanes and tornadoes because I was told I was born to love the storms that could break me apart the most.</p>
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<p>They said "love is a wonderful feeling you can't explain in words" well maybe not<br>This is a jumble up of emotions that keep me up every night thinking about a person who'd never think twice about me but still I love him more than I choose to love myself.</p>
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