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Nov 2015
i looked in just as you were looking out
and the thick smoke stung our eyes;
the tears went down our hands into the palms
and when we touched there was a fluid bond
that said we had drowned our sorrows in the tears
and would forever be washed clean in the rains we make
david mungoshi
Written by
david mungoshi  Gweru, Zimbabwe
(Gweru, Zimbabwe)   
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