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Aug 2015
I have this mad dream of getting the Ninth Symphony back onto paper. I want it to scream even louder because I put it in a cage. The cell will be overtly tone-deaf and unmusical in the most obvious of senses but will still roar without complete complacently. After which I will know that I am Man. After which I will know that I am God. After which I will know that I am Me. This is my truest and deepest ambition as a poet.

Well, until tomorrow when her name comes up again: Haha!
*hums Ode to Joy*
Tawanda Mulalu
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Tawanda Mulalu  Gaborone, Botswana
(Gaborone, Botswana)   
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