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Jul 22
Shall I forsake my love for tribal sake,
That I may lose the one dearest to my heart,
Shall this matter our love quake,
Our souls be thrown farther apart,

Then let our kin be disappointed,
For in our love they saw the fault of tribe,
Judges of hearts no God nor man ever appointed,
By my lover's side I shall forever abide.

Traditions cannot define us,
If need be then we will be hated,
They may insult,push,shove and even curse,
But in the end our happiness is created,

Together we shall be masters of our craft,
We will swim and sail in the waters called love.
Waynepatrick
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Waynepatrick  19/M
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