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Jul 2019
What do I know?
What will it be?
Will I get it?
Will I see?
Will I understand,
Or will I break?
Do I give?
Or do I just take?
I want it balanced,
I want it pure,
I want to love you,
I want to endure.
Can you say the same?
What did our time mean?
Our slates may be *****,
But we can wipe it clean.
Written by
KatInMyHat  24/M
(24/M)   
97
   Khoisan and ---
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