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Jun 2015
Crimson dream held a glass of white;
last thought I thought when mind matched night.

First thought I think when mind matches day:
Crimson dream is miles, miles away.
Tawanda Mulalu
Written by
Tawanda Mulalu  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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