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Night meeting
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Thin spaces
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Here
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Memories stained with scarlet juice.
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Roots
In assemblies we badly sang in flat vowels ‘His first avowed intent/ To be a pilgrim’ that was lost on me
Jan 14 • School of Blue
What would kindness do right now?
Allow everything, - yet ungrip
Jan 13 • School of Blue
Ears hum their strings
Erelong (how very pretentious of me), I feel the skip into a mind-wander, a different landscape of bush
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In the morning, let the sun shine in
A recent visit to our old home in Bulawayo by my sister's cousin, Thandi, stirs for me some old memories.
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Everyone knows one
I am almost glad I can't see in. The wall locks in the memories we stow away
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