As they denude you with their eyes
you elude them with your smile that exudes
faux pas forays of dutch courageous confidence
I knew you well i used to be your confidant
before my love became acidic,unwanted and blunt
For truth burnt holes into your soul that reminded
you of days you when were still striving to be whole
You are once again imbued in the spirits you sip to forget
but as yet all you do is remember
For my son cried blood for you on the days
you were a stray on the streets of december
Ntombikayise khawubuyele ekhaya
Thina sizo
xhentsa
sixhele
sibhiyoze
sidanise
sikucokise
sikunxibise
umsesane yegolide
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