by Fatima Coovadia When I am near you in your pure state of mind The words that pass through your lips are sometimes so unkind They pierce and cut through me like a knife In that instant you remove all meaning…
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by Fatima Coovadia When I am near you in your pure state of mind The words that pass through your lips are sometimes so unkind They pierce and cut through me like a knife In that instant you remove all meaning…