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Nov 2018
Pour,  pour!  The *** is half empty.

•Leave my water! 
° Here, a fish from my spear.

Clap, clap!  The back of my hands hurts.

•Leave my water!
°Your hands would fit in mine.

Clutch, clutch! Her bare feet upon land.

•Leave my water! .
°I'd hold your life's loads.

Thund, splash. Water sinks beneath sand.

•Leave my water! I warned.
° No wonder, I will kneel before your old man.
 
******, thump! She desired her hands on my neck.

• The chiefs will hear, the clan's curse shall dwell upon you. Had you only leave my water!
° Shall I never appear before the light of day, you knew my hands would make you a gold *** and carry you crystal water.
 
Flap, flip! There she fades, left water in my lungs. Shall I had leave her water.
Tales of ancient Southern African love stories from the villages. Where tender girls would only be found when a house hold run out if water. I wrote this piece based on love stories narrated to me by my Gogo (grandma). Love can be painful when the one you love is too broken to be loved 'cause all the love they cohabit once was taken from them. The bitterness you face trying to cease loving them is unbearable. You may notice the two characters, • (girl) & ° (boy) probably me and all the lads that once or will fall in love with a girl who's broken by another man. When she says "no! " it's best you listen though not giving up. Don't force love 'cause pure love alone can end in tragedy. Mend and mould it. I hope you will find an exchange for love when you spend love, just don't invest all in it.
Sacred Johnson
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Sacred Johnson  20/M/Planet Earth
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