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Fire in the field

by @bongani-malambule-sibanyoni

I'm used to the smell of smoke, I have watched many bridges burning in my past, that's why I never heard when my dreams burn to ashes. all the pages and passion raised by flames carried by wind, I have inhaled my own death.
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bongani-malambule-sibanyoni
25 / M / South Africa
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bongani-malambule-sibanyoni
25 / M / South Africa
Published
Jan 2, 2019
Time
1m
Tags
#fire#field#inhaled#wind#death#bridge#dreams#ashes#past
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