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Nov 2015
Dammed to an eternity of sel-fish. 
Drowning, in the puddle that is air.
You have too little.
They would rather not share it with you. 
Home,
the flood that is self? 
You don't, 
infect my nirvana with disappointment.
You are disappointment. 
You are, 
The Infection. 
Human. 
Parasite.

...I start to wonder,
Is there even still a difference?
Did it ever exist.
Written by
Kiara Ngubane  south africa
(south africa)   
211
   Mahdiya Patel
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