Cape Town
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Inhale and exhale
We breathe, but better when we sleep.
And move, as though a boat set to sail.
I forbid thee to turn as I brother
For you more wiser owneth more potential than I;
It is the grief thouest witness I bestoweth upon our mother;
For are dreaming belief excluded not but a lie?
Dear Father
I heard stories, how you'd beat her,
from the neighbour,
when I was younger;
then you stole her_________
mother's necklace, just to spoil your little lover.
She's in love with an alcoholic,
I find it a little scary,
that people can go and gossip,
not knowing what she is feeling.
Abuse that she has to face,
his anger she have to taste.
Her life is a metaphor,
I miss that time
when people looked at pigeons,
dancing with the wind.
Now there's too much crime.
In my mind...
I wonder about, "the life of pigeons"
