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Feb 2019
6 is the absence of anything.. a hole, a chasm
numbers as colours.

Where is your number
2 is the drifter
a clap of thunder.

6 is the absence of anything.. a hole, a chasm,
like a black hole
9 is riding too close to my bumper
surrounded
9's all around.
Emmanuel Phakathi
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