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Mar 2018
It is SundayΒ 

Sundays are rest and wrestling

Are knots knotting in stomachs

Are heavy with food and feelings with no space left for settling

Is a farce, is a distant fallacy like freedom

is not mine to have in the world
siba
Written by
siba  Cape Town
(Cape Town)   
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