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Jan 2019
I could have danced my loss away, but all I could do was to sample stand
and record it in my mind as it happened, sharply they took pieces of my skin
away along. There was much I could do, my mind momentarily frozen...
I wrote this when I got mugged and my phone and other accessories were taken and got stabbed trying to resist. My only friend has always been pan and paper.
Banele Msimango
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Banele Msimango  26/M/Cape Town
(26/M/Cape Town)   
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