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by SAKHILE INNOCENT MHLANGA May 30, 2017
Love, romance /
WE HAVE TRIEDYou do not tell
When I request, you yell
It’s Care, that sorts me to pleasure you well
You keep wounding me
And when I go, thy waterworks is my fault
What do you surely want me to do?
You do not want share; thy sentiment melts
So is mine
Why can’t you?
Please, let me go