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father

THERE was a time when I placed you  with  saints ,
when you could do no wrong ,for I  had yet to create my own memories with you,
I   held an image  that no one could  destroy , an image of love ,responsibility 
and compassion , SEE the  one who knew you before me only had black  to colour your picture , 
gallable was to think you were  perfect . 

— Thulisile, May 02, 2010

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hobo

hobo

16 years 1 month ago

Powerful

Sometimes we are better off not to know the whole truth. very powerful. I like it