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Jun 2018
Many are the vagrants who roam
The streets of my mind
They knock on the ceiling of my scull
As I ponder their plight
Restlessly climbing into my human emotions
Taring at the twines that bind us together
As they mercifully hold on to the strings
Frantically crying out
Please forgive us... forgive us
And I did
We all make mistakes and sometimes craves forgiveness
Khoisan
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Khoisan  M/South Africa
(M/South Africa)   
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