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Love, “G”odess?

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Author: Tinashe Muza

Tinashe MuzaApril 16, 2019

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Love, "G"odess?

written by: Tinashe Muza

Love an attribution innate
Emotion, capable of making us super-humans
Emotion that surpasses all
An expression of being a being
Hate being the antiparticle
But only one is dominant at different posts
Some unduly giving their brains the courtesy to choose
In lieu of the heart
Love the universal key to all doors
The world would be a paradise if love led the expedition of life
For the power it possesses is beyond comprehension
Beyond deity
Beyond divinity
The purest form of all gods,
Even GOD himself is a victim

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Tinashe Muza

Born in Harare, I grew up in Highfield with my aunt. Went to Sandringham High (2014-2017). Pursing my dream to study oncology, I find myself gallivanting in the world of poetry.

Latest posts by Tinashe Muza (see all)

Interlude - June 20, 2019
Love, “G”odess? - April 16, 2019
Is It The End? - March 1, 2019

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