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I once stood before her mouth, her outdoors, it rained heavily cause Heaven cried for me, Its privileged citizen, the man who killed God and released It from His reign. And she stood. Just once before I silently turned into the coconut. My soul flew into the darkness of her mouth and haunted her yellow teeth.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
Majambah
I once stood before her mouth, her outdoors, it rained heavily cause Heaven cried for me, Its privileged citizen, the man who killed God and released It from His reign. And she stood. Just once before I silently turned into the coconut. My soul flew into the darkness of her mouth and haunted her yellow teeth.
'Majambah' was an old Southern African tradition of burning people who didn't believe in gods. Nowadays, Majambah is celebrated by watering other people's hair so that it can grow faster.
patrick-kokos
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC
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