Errata Poem by Gert Strydom

Errata



When she burnt me, sliced me with a knife
took some shots
with the pistol
through the bathroom door

I should have left, should have walked out
should have started a new life,
should have left her then

but love is a damned thing
which ignores errors
and I kept on loving
even when she cheated me
with another man.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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