My Former by Clifford Vumabalanda

By Mgcini Nyoni -

We did not fight
We just moved on
She's now married
I'm married too
But here we are
Working together
Sharing same office
Same transport
Same location
She's my ex.
We aren't enemies
We just moved on

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