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May 02, 2010
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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
16 years 1 month ago
Powerful