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Sitting on the precarious precipice
Between man and nature
Uncertainty and rage
Life and death
Alcohol-induced anger boils his blood
As the ..
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I look into my mirror and see your face
My mirror cracked in the creases of your beaten face
Smudges of fingertips reaching in
To pull you out i..
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I
To one who dreams of happiness and truth,
I see you
You, whose innocent view on the simplicity of life had suddenly been clouded grey on dis..
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The bushveld dust clouds my eyes
But very near the river lies
Beyond the hill and hellish heat
To linger would be our demise
My companion sens..
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