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If you could read people as they are.

I thought humble is absolute, but tolerance is, the ultimate humbleness. For in every wisdom that education bestowed, virtue remains our shack..

Within my veins flows this blood of oppression Of which Bleeding, I cannot contain. Though twisted, not my malady It shows as self inflicted pain? ..

She gave everything, yet love is still overflowing. A no ordinary valentine. Silk and satin are her touch Reminds me of how rough I am Tears ar..

Like a brazen lovers we stride. Upon life's billows we stand astride. Teeming waves wont keep us lost. But remains to be our tempest -tost. ..

Ask me no more where Love bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers as in their causes sleep ..

Written may 5 2016

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Tula

a dedication to my father