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Jun 2013
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You are the dog starved of knowledge and my words lash at you like a whip on a slave. Our minds are on different planes so why do you even try? Zues himself could not stop me as I am more powerful than time. I shower you with pity as your breeze fights my gale and your words will break like that of a fickle twig. My roots are deep; yours scrape the surface.
By Keoma and I
Written by
Lindisa Mathabela  South Africa, Gauteng
(South Africa, Gauteng)   
652
   Palesa
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