Mar 2016
You have died so many deaths.
So much
You've been cremated all over my body,
Especially on my lips.
Matter of fact,
You're buried in my heart.
So much
You've been cremated all over my body,
Especially on my lips.
Matter of fact,
You're buried in my heart.
For him who left his mark and is still dearly cared for after all attempts of hate.
(17/F/South Africa)
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