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Your mouth is full of death by Wadzie Tads.

[tabby title="Poem"] I could feel the warmth of your embraceI started drawing closer and closerMy blood was now flowing in the opposite directionFrom the bottom to the topAll I know is that I was leaning towards youI could hear you...

A rose has been plucked from our garden by Wadzie Tads

[tabby title="Poem"] A rose has been plucked from our garden Its beautiful fragrance taken from us The colour it gave and beauty to our landscape is no more There is no more beauty in our midst All we have left...

If Zimbabwe were a hotel by Wadzie Tads

[tabby title="Poem"] If Zimbabwe were a hotel Perhaps I would hear the conversations that pertain to my future As it is, decisions are made on my behalf and all I feel is the ripple effect Perhaps I would interact with...