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Apr 2019
When She Was Perfect
Sinless And Humble
I Found No Toe-Hold
By Which I Could
Cling onto Eve.

But When She Was
Tempted By Her Flesh
Humbled By Her Sin,
And Redeemed By Her God

I Could Shout,
“O Sister Eve, Can We Have A Dance?”
Mandla Wa'Ntima
Written by
Mandla Wa'Ntima  21/M/Pretoria
(21/M/Pretoria)   
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