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Jun 2015
The sun shone.
We haven't shown.

The dark arose.
We bloomed in it as a rose.


During summer we missed the cold.
During winter we wished it was hot.
Spring sprung and we wished the autumn leaves would fall.


We are who we are. We don't ever grow desires that desires us to become something we are not.

We are the misfits.
YoungSymba
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YoungSymba  Durban
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