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Jun 2016
I have a way with words.
But only when I write them down.
I am sorry, this is always how it goes I have trouble speaking to people.
So much so, that sometimes I wish to peel off my skin
And wear these words instead.
Let this black ink colour me transparent.
And pull out my tongue, because
It reminds me how it all went wrong.
Kata
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Kata  Jo'burg ,South Africa
(Jo'burg ,South Africa)   
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