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Jul 2015
I'm a tea-boy. You're a coffee-girl.
I leave my tea bags in for so long
that the steam-water turns heavy

and black

like the coffee you love. But
you takes yours with milk.


...


I don't.
Little things.
Tawanda Mulalu
Written by
Tawanda Mulalu  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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