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I hate being South African
My hate so filled with love
Because I love my country so much that it hurts
A throbbing
Like drums
Deep in my heart of darkness
And its' roots run through me like water
Iinto the earth reaching every corner of my heritage
My fathers blood stained land
My mothers struggle
And people I love leave me
Their roots severed with blades Of greene...
Wednesday 9th March 2016 11:17 am
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