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HE he ripped out his flesh for her to come to life she wears his scars, he knows his wounds through her body language she scratched her back on the walls of his soul for safe passage. he is down on his knees prayer a distant lands and stars, his chest a temple of temper,her face a body of sacrifice. he is broken man,his rage mimic the flow of volcano her skin a snowflake,she keeps melting to her curses he defied her marital verses, her heart ripped out fatally like KANO. MORTAL combat,he wipes dark floors with her ego she keeps her silence hoping it will get better. He comes with a smell of brewery, to her the stench brings tragedy. his son ,on the corner learning beatings by night to practice by day, always caught up starting a fight for he thinks its the only way. he keeps walking on her like like stairways up to lift his ego, she covers her shame with make up,she does not know how to let go, he is a man and a man is broken. by:TSHEDISO SEROKI