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Oct 2016
we don't sleep here, we just hope
hope for some happiness to arrive in the post.
we don't eat here, we just smoke
smoke cigarettes even if we choke.

- g.w
the city can only hope.
Greta Wocheski
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Greta Wocheski  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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