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Apr 2016
He
His eyes,
They pour a drink,
Dehydrating his pain.

His lips
They sing a song
Relaxing his brain.

His nose
They smell a scent
Of a searing stain.

His ears
They hear a whistle
As he fades in front a train.
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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   Bailey, ---, Urmila and Oratile Maroro
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