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Jun 2017
I have buried you and filled your
hole with dirt
And on your grave I've planted
This ink.
One day a tree will sprout and on its leaves they will read:
'here lies memories unmade
here lies many things unsaid
here lies a lie
here lies me too, inside
with me is the man I was waiting to become'
I have buried you though you never lived
For now you are dead, dad.
Written by
Simbarashe Nyatsanza  22/M/Cape Town
(22/M/Cape Town)   
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