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by SAKHILE INNOCENT MHLANGA May 22, 2017
Friendship, family /
THE FOLK OF MY GROUP
As little, as it was, it truly meant a lot
So deep, and a sudden bond
Laboured to accommodate, in my veins
The sophistry times,
That took away
When I fell for it
And, so easy
Just, in a wink
How was it even real?
To make me forget; the real events
Those that took me through the hardships
And, the sad times
The times that I wished to have never held
Times that came personally
And, selfishly bossy
So hard to forget
It was I
Who imaged, the opponent
Who got himself close, each time to kicks?
Then take the time to heal half.