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Sbulelo Oct 2021
Let these tears salt my tea,
As bitter reminders of my demise…
For in their flavor,
I taste the pain,
And sorrow's sting that will remain."
Sbulelo May 2021
“In the deep end…”
I’d already died and you could not save me.
Sbulelo Feb 2021
For letting you in,
I have died another foolish death.
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Sbulelo Feb 2021
Autumn leaves are as a Mother’s love; a golden delight yet the noble of sacrifice.
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Dedicated to ZM Mngomezulu, my Mother.
Sbulelo Feb 2021
Like quietus stained as my passion,
I have stayed too long.
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