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Feb 2019
Excuses are perfect
Purging behind innocents
Leaving relentless, the shame of forgiveness
For what rewards can be reaped
From holy deeds ?
When sins form more roads to see
And youth sways bravely,
In
The painful words of hatred.
And only age knows of Nor’s
Of whether time was spent with love
Sillo Anderson
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Sillo Anderson  25/F/Guyana
(25/F/Guyana)   
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