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Dec 2019
I left behind a life I knew,
With hopes to see a lighter hue,
I found instead I was askew,
With visions I could not subdue.

And now to see the story through,
With illustrations not all blue,
Impossible, since you withdrew,
And took with you my colour too.
Written by
Michael Adams
  281
   Khoisan
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